Turn the page and go on

Read the poetry wrong

I expect your mistakes but by now it's too late

Straight in a line that you've drawn

There we were face to face

Waiting each one for a taste

While the selfish design in your eyes looked at mine

Afraid to be sure not to waste

Surely we can learn the truth about ourselves

While each page you turn makes you someone else

No matter how I might hope for the small things in life

Like the things that make a reason for chasing what's right

Surely we can learn the truth about ourselves

While each page you turn makes you someone else

Turn the page and go on

Read the poetry wrong

I expect your mistakes

But by now it's too late

Straight in a line that you've drawn

There we were face to face

Waiting each one for a taste

While the selfish design in your eyes looked at mine

Afraid to be sure not to waste

Surely we can learn the truth about ourselves

While each page you turn makes you someone else

No matter how I might hope for the small things in life

Like the things that make a reason for chasing what's right