When I go for a walk
And meet old friends we knew,
We sit around and talk,
Then they ask about you,
What's the good if I say
That you and I are through,
I tell them you're okay
When they ask about you.
They wonder where we've been
And why we never call,
I take it on the chin
Until the teardrops fall,
They don't mean to be smart
But if they only knew,
They're stepping on my heart
When they ask about you
