Truly, before me, it's not truly belated, I anticipated the reaction she would have
I ended it on a Sunday, and she did not see things my way
So I guess I'm traveling up the mountain pass alone again
But it ain't wrong, it ain't wrong, it ain't wrong for me to fight, darling
It ain't true, it ain't true, it ain't true, all of these lies, all that they say
I said, maybe we could speak once, or just before you pronounce
That our slowly vying, drifting, dying relationship is dead
You know I could still come through, oh, and if you still need me to
Just take them weary looks and those strange glances out of your head
I said, girl, it ain't wrong, it ain't wrong, it ain't wrong for me to fight, darling
It ain't true, it ain't true, it ain't true, all of these lies, all that they say
In baffled eyes and wonder, her tears, they rolled like thunder
And they were inching ever closer, all the way down to her chin
And for a moment I stood staring as if not very understanding
But I felt what it was like inside of someone else's skin
I said, girl, it ain't wrong, it ain't wrong
It ain't wrong for me to fight, darling
But it ain't true, it ain't true, it ain't true
All of these lies, all that they say about me
Truly before me, it's not truly belated
I anticipated the reaction she would have