Young Men

I took cab she took a train.
Don't know when I'll see her again.
She said she changed and walked through the door.
Guess that means she don't want me no more.

Fare went up pain came down,
touched the heart made me frown.
I wanted to cry, I even tried.
But only one lonely tear reached my eye.
She said she changed, said I changed too.
I guess I was telling the truth.

Oh young men so bold,
when will you learn lovers turn cold.
And so we're told that it might get easier
as you grow old, oh as you grow old.

No one home called everyone,
except for the father, the ghost and the son.
And what would he say if he saw me this way
half in pain and half okay.
He might say I've changed or stayed the same
like the first or the last man made.

Like every child must pay a toll
for all the things they can't control,
for the things that are never told
cause she won't tell me
and I don't blame her,
but it could help me.

Oh lady so true what can I say?
Wounds are like diamonds or demons at play
and it might get easier for you one day oh,
as you grow old.