You won't have to wait too long
On Sunday morning I'll be gone
There's little left I'd have to say
But you're too close too far away

And how did you become so god-damned dear to me
I've taken on steps to keep you out of reach
And what would you say if you knew I was wrong
Would you be polite enough to let it slide

Yeah every time I start to bend
I stop I'm hoping if and when
That any question would resolve and
Could you be my problem solver
Would you float around us until the end
Yeah I think that I should try again
If I knew that you wouldn't be too far away

You won't have to wait too long
On Sunday morning I'll be gone