I get so low in this life I'm leading,
I can't tell right from wrong.
I get so deep in this book I'm reading,
I don't know the facts from a song.
But every day is another day to cry;
And every day is another way to fly.

If I ever took another woman,
I was (s)creaming for you.
If I ever took another woman,
I was dreaming of you.
And I won't beg, but I will have to try
To stop you if you tried to say goodbye.

If I ever took another woman,
I was trying for you.
If I ever took another woman,
I was crying for you.
'Cause every day is another day to cry;
And every day is another way to fly.

(Got no little boy left, got no little boy left)