It's not that I am helpless I just can't help myself, and as your memories call I answer, and teardrops fall. But a dream or two ago we'd trade a kiss hello, a greeting of two lovers with a new life to uncover. In sorrow that we fell apart my heart fumbles in the dark in an ever-changing world with all of life a-whirl. Missing what was meant to be and stug'ling with what I now see; I see we're both be-leavers. . . . . .leaving all behind.