the last thing i heard
was you're coming back
and Italy's love scene
was going black
the city of love
was pulling you in
with 200 miles
between me, you, and him
you got me good
it's understood
you got me good
yeah, i understand
you got me good
it's understood how
you got me good

september 6
back in '94
i watched you walk
til i could see you no more
out of the airport
all of my love
in the form of a
16-year old girl
you got me good
it's understood
you got me good
yeah, i understand
you got me good
it's understood how
you got me good

talking to my brother yesterday,
he said
that your new boyfriend
didn't seem that bad
long blonde hair
pushed gently back
the kind that i had
when you used to love me

hey you can't push away
the sun and stars that way
you can't push away
the changing of the day
you can't push away
the sun and stars that wait....