the sun came out that day and dismissed the rain
and along with it went the pain.
now the song has changed, the notes are bent
and the laughter stopped when you went.

Chorus:

Now could it be so hard for you to know
if your feelings changed
then why don't you go
instead you lead me down a jester's path
a king with no crown, he draws no laughs.
could it be? could it be this way?

my freedom came at 6 o'clock
on a windy day without any shock
the times had changed. out with the old.
just merely rearranged to break the mold

now i realize it
you couldn't change me
this face is torn and weathered
from your storm!