Saturday's Cab Ride Home - You And I

Consider the situation

I’m in denial of this

In nine years, disease will kill me

Let her destroy the beauty

I don’t remember you

Just the things you did

You don’t remember me

Just what you had to do

I’ll take the cab home and leave my heart in the backseat

To become a statistic in a magazine

Because, in nine years, disease will kill me

Consider the situation

I’m in denial of this

In nine years, disease will kill me

Let her destroy the beauty

I don’t remember you

Just the things you did, I don’t remember

You don’t remember me

Just what you had to do, you don’t remember

I’ll take the cab home

And leave my heart in the backseat

To become a statistic in a magazine

In nine years, disease will kill me

I don’t want this memory

I don’t need this memory

I don’t need this memory, this memory

I’ll leave it in the backseat with my heart, in the cab