i don’t know what asshole said
it’s better to have loved and lost
and it’s not that i don’t agree with him
i just don’t know if he knew how right he was
'cause he had never seen your face

time and breath, they do expire
but do not bear upon the things
things that are not bound by either one
like your kindness and like your face

joanna, come with me or else go on ahead
you always were the braver one
now it’s my turn to be brave
and to believe the things that are so hard to believe
that there is meaning to our days
and that i will once again see your face

it doesn’t matter where i look
this tapestry of grateful lives
or at a little girl with hair of curls
who got my vision, but got your eyes
oh, i see you everywhere

joanna, come with me or else go on ahead
you always were the braver one
now it’s my turn to be brave
and to believe the things that are so hard to believe
that there is meaning to our days
and that i will once again see your face
oh, i don’t know what asshole said
it’s better to have loved and lost
and it’s not that i don’t agree with him
i just don’t know if he knew how right he was
'cause he had never seen your face