Polly left on Christmas Eve
I will know as long as I live that it was all
You had in mind

She was turning twenty-eight and I always thought as to lay to tell you
I never cried

There was so many ways to hide
In the hours of wasted I
Will be more then it takes
To you

There’s a different time and place
How we use to sit on the fence and wait for her
Like a game

Falling you but never said
Very little time that she’s had was easy
On that day

There was so many ways to hide
In the hours of wasted I
Will be more then it takes
To you