And it's all okay, 'cause love will find a way to be what love is...

But we knew before we started, the secrets we would keep...

I'll move to the country, and live inside the deepest, darkest woods
And i'll write you a letter and tell you all the things i should say to your face
And i won't send it to you, i'll send it to your mother's place
And she won't give it to you, that's how brave i'll grow here in my cave

And you'll move to the city, marry a pretty girl
And she will make you smile all the while you'll be looking for what you left behind

The story is different now, the records are playing in the living room...