Expecting To Fly

There you stood on the edge of your feather, expecting to fly.
While I laughed, I wondered whether I could wave goodbye, knowing that you’d gone.
By the summer it was healing, we had said goodbye.
All the years we’d spent with feeling ended with a cry.
Babe, ended with a cry, babe, ended with a cry.

I tried so hard to stand as I stumbled and fell to the ground.
So hard to laugh as I fumbled and reached for the love I found, knowing it was gone.
If I never lived without you, now you know I’d die.
If I never said I loved you, now you know I’d try.
Babe, now you know I’d try, babe, now you know I’d try, babe.