You don't know just when to stop and when to go
City streets in the dead of winter stop your mind with dirty snow
Walk at night and touch your hand to the golden tights and let them show
You the shadows disappearing I'll smile and say I told you so
Tell me wily if you think you know why people love when there's no tomorrow
And still not cry when it's time to go
And still not cry when it's time to go
And still not cry when it's time to go
The wall of your memory will echo your sorrow
The pictures of sadness are not what they seem
So hold out your smile take my hand and be happy
These pictures of sadness are not all they seem
Are you so old that you've no childhood - is your time line so unreal
That all your sunsets come in the morning - baby tell me how do you feel
Shelves of books in your mirror reflecting the sidewalks & alleys
That you've seen
Show colors change as the images fade in my al vanishing baby
Tell me how If you think you know how people love if there's be

Do people love if there's no tomorrow
And still not cry when they have to go
And still not cry when they have to go