Turn the page and go on, read the poetry wrong I expect your mistakes but by now it's too late Straight in a line that you've drawn There we were face to face waiting each one for a taste While the selfish design in your eyes looked at mine Afraid to be sure not to waste Surely we can learn the truth about ourselves While each page you turn makes you someone else No matter how I might hope for the small things in life Like the things that make a reason for chasing what's right Surely we can learn the truth about ourselves While each page you turn makes you someone else Turn the page and go on, read the poetry wrong I expect your mistakes but by now it's too late Straight in a line that you've drawn There we were face to face waiting each one for a taste While the selfish design in your eyes looked at mine Afraid to be sure not to waste Surely we can learn the truth about ourselves While each page you turn makes you someone else No matter how I might hope for the small things in life Like the things that make a reason for chasing what's right