"Tell me, what you want tell me, what I've got to hold onto don't leave me here alone, standing by the phone.. cause you won't call." "Leaving, on a Sunday train trying to catch you Am I too late? because leaving you was my worst mistake And if I could you know I'd take it away I would change the past if I could I would hold you in my arms you know I would But leaving you and letting go Are two mistakes I know."