Once upon another time. If you had the need. I'd step right in the shoes that you've been walking. 'Cos someone put the hurt in you. For every one to see. And you only have to speak to tell your fortune. There's a story in your voice. Both by damage and by choice. It tells of promises and pleasure. And a tale of wine and woe. The uneasy time to come. And the long way 'round we go to get there. Once you told me fairytales. Everybody knows. But I didn't care for their prediction. Now you say you're leaving me. And packing up your clothes. I finally see you were a work of fiction. There's a story in your walk. Then you crumble just like chalk. And I could say that I was sorry. But I wouldn't mean it much. There are pages I can't touch. And something that's been torn out of this chapter. Far away not far enough. 'Cos I can still recall. How it felt when I read that last sentence. Now I go inside some rooms with Gideon in them all. And hide myself from all hope of repentance. There's a story in your eyes. Cheap sunglasses might disguise. But when the bedroom light reveals. All that bravado and that fright. That you cover up in spite. Attempts to strip away this fabrication. There's a story in your voice. Both by damage and by choice. It tells of promises and pleasure. And a tale of wine and woe. The uneasy time to come. And the long way 'round we go to get there