Tiny children on their own, they learn so fast
How to make new friends, how to play their new games
I remember a man he had shiny hair
Always hanging around when you went away
Little eight year old, she knows too many secrets
Much too young to understand what it means
I remember a woman with silver hair
And the smell and the taste of the bed we shared
And thats how I behaved
Every time that you went away
And now, though Im older nothings changed
Playing the same games
And I knew every day
Came a chance that youd leave me
So I found what I could to take your place
Told me not to cry
Said that Id survive
As he waved goodbye
And I want to try
Not to make you cry
Want us to survive
Never say goodbye
But thats how I behave when you go away
Because though Im older nothings changed
Playing the same games
And I know every day
Theres a chance that youll leave me
So I find what I can to take your place