Well, no surprise - I hate to lose
And I love to to win
But this time I’m not sure if I can choose
Or even tell the difference
What’s the difference?

So as I sit here alone tonight
Should I laugh or cry?
'Cause it doesn’t feel like it’s about wrong or right
Just feels like goodbye..
A reluctant goodbye.

You have your stand, and I have mine
Divided by a fading gray line.. a fading gray line
Maybe you’re right, maybe I’m blind
Maybe some things are best left behind.. best left behind
.. what’s the difference.

If this was on a movie screen,
How would we rate it my friend?
Though I’d shed a tear in several scenes
I’d hate the end
A reluctant goodbye.