Tomorrow might be the day I die So I want, or rather must, confide All these things I did, or did not, Try to hide. Well, if boys are boys and Girls are girls. Then boys and girls Are sometimes confused And I am confused most all the time.
Well let's get one thing right Our friends are good And their support is great But the outcome is everything And that's left to me and you
So if today is that day I dread Then at least it can be said That we, we did things right. We wrestled with our sense of pride And even if it didn't sound like a battle cry. Still we, we did things right.
We hung up our relationships For everyone to see Then blind interpretations Couldn't say what's right for you or me And we could find out what we want And make no apologies Because we couldn't coexist Any other way.