(Michael Weston King)

Oh, the lines around your eyes tell me the story of your life
The groove on your third finger tells me you once had a wife
And the silver in your hair that you don’t want to show
There’s nothing you can tell me that I don’t already know

Ten long years of misery
Ten long years of shame
With a man you were too scared to leave
But you still keep his name
Now, the measures in your glass are all you’ve got to show
There’s nothing you can tell me that I don’t already know

Well, a little knowledge is a dangerous thing
Too much is dangerous too
But, people likes us
They never learn
So, lets try something new

I’ll be here same time next week
If you should happen by
I’ll pretend that we’ve just met
So you don’t have to lie
But, oh, oh, don’t let this moment go

There’s nothing you can tell me that I don’t already know
There’s nothing you can tell me that I don’t already know
There’s nothing you can tell me that I don’t already know