The Wrong Way

Here's the deal of how I feel,
Our first-class ride has died beneath the wheels.
It's right as rain we're dead wrong.
It don't take much to see we don't get along.

Haven't we had enough this time,
Tell me, where do we stop and start to draw the line?
The die is cast, we can get passed
Digging a grave and saving the worst for last.

My way, is the wrong way.
And your way, never gets nothing done.
Then I say, if it's the only way that we both know
Then we should go our own way.

I've packed my things, I'm out the door.
As the gallows swings we won't suffer the slings no more.
The stage is set, so place you bets.
It's a sure fire thing, it's a sting that we'll both regret.

Where is the sense in working it out
When our common thread is said with fears and doubts?
And though we've loved, now we've learned
When you play with the fire of desire you will get burned.

My way, is the wrong way.
And your way, never gets nothing done.
Then I say, if it's the only way that we both know
Then we should go our own way.

My way, is the wrong way.
And your way, never gets nothing done.
Then I say, if it's the only way that we both know
Then we should go our own way.

If my way is the wrong way and you won't change anything
Then we should just walk way and try to find a better thing.

If I'm always wrong and you don't get nothing right
Then we don't belong sharing this common plight
Of getting along. We can't seem to tame the night
When the tension is strong and neither one gives up the fight.
We fight all night.

My way, is the wrong way.
And your way, never gets nothing done.
Then I say, if it's the only way that we both know
Then we should go our own way.

©1996 Eric Stuart/p Little Black Book (BMI)