 
Polly left on Christmas Eve 
I will know as long as I live that it was all 
You had in mind
She was turning twenty-eight and I always thought as to lay to tell you
I never cried
There was so many ways to hide
In the hours of wasted I 
Will be more then it takes 
To you
There’s a different time and place 
How we use to sit on the fence and wait for her
Like a game
Falling you but never said
Very little time that she’s had was easy
On that day
There was so many ways to hide
In the hours of wasted I 
Will be more then it takes 
To you
