If I could turn my back on anything I'd choose it to be you
I've lost all interest in almost every thing that you do
You've more to do with complacency and the whims and trends of children
Than any sort of worthwhile thing or the few folks left who feel them

Who am I but another fool who's flirted with divorce?
Like every other thing, you keep my foolishness on course

Maybe there is someone else less like an awful void
Who might welcome me with open arms and offer new employ
I've got to say I'm hoping for it, but if it never comes
I'll think of when I loved you once before you were what you've become

Still we have our common ground, which can never be annulled
To sing of the One who made us both, for He is wonderful
He is wonderful