(Michael Weston King )

We took a ride to the courthouse today
To hear for ourselves what the judge had to say
He looked at us both and then shook his head
And in hushed tones of pity he said

Think back to that day when you first met in Spring
And how you felt in the summer when you exchanged rings
And your joy when the leaves fell and you were blessed with a child
Now tell me again what you can’t reconcile
Tell me what you can’t reconcile

But he never brings me flowers anymore
He doesn’t say goodbye now when he walks out the door
He has long stopped listening to anything I say
He’s not the man I married that day
He’s not the man from our wedding day

In the chill of each evening we both lie alone
No sign of affection so tired has she grown
If I knew back then what I realise today
I never would have shown up on our wedding day
I never would have shown up that day

Think back to the day when you first met in Spring
How you felt in the summer when you exchanged rings
And your joy when the leaves fell and you were blessed with a child
Now tell me again what you can’t reconcile?
Tell me what you can’t reconcile?

He broke his promise, he went back on his word
I still feel the pain from that day when I heard
I thought we were stronger, and she’d heal in time
But we don’t lie together, so I don’t walk the line

Think back to that day when we first met in Spring
How we felt in the summer when we exchanged rings
When you both said “I Will” instead of “I wont”
When you both said “ I Do” instead of “I don’t’