Turn around...
Walk away,
That's right, march on baby
And don't think of lookin' back.
Cause you and I,
We're through.
There are no re-dos,
No second chances.
You had your shot,
And let me say
The target's three galaxies thata way.
You held high hopes,
And I'll admit
I was right up there
Floating along on those clouds.
But one day
They gave way
Right beneath me.
We could have pushed,
Forced something that wasn't there,
But we had no chance,
So let go,
And baby just march on
Don't look back.