What Could I Have Done?

I remember when we said goodbye,

I didn't know it would be the last time I'd see you alive,

I never had your fear of death,

But a certain fear of what I don't expect

And I do see what's in front of me,

Now I ask myself the same old things,

What could I have done?

What could I have said?

Before I read in the paper that you were dead

You never liked the things I had to say,

Now every ideology has melted away,

As I sing this song again and again and again,

All of the meaning has jumped to its end

And I do see what's in front of me,

And I ask myself the same old things,

What could I have done?

What could I have said?

Before I read in the paper that you were dead

There are skeletons in the closet,

And there are roaches in the kitchen sink,

And I can't go back to that house,

There are too many memories there left for me

And I do see what was in front of me,

And I ask myself the same old things,

What could I have done?

What could I have said?

Before I read in the paper that you were dead,

You were dead