There you stood on the edge of your feather, expecting to fly.   While I laughed, I wondered whether I could wave goodbye, knowing that you'd gone.   By the summer it was healing, we had said goodbye.   All the years we'd spent with feeling ended with a cry.   Babe, ended with a cry, babe, ended with a cry.      I tried so hard to stand as I stumbled and fell to the ground.   So hard to laugh as I fumbled and reached for the love I found, knowing it was gone.   If I never lived without you, now you know I'd die.   If I never said I loved you, now you know I'd try.   Babe, now you know I'd try, babe, now you know I'd try, babe.