At age thirty, you’ll look sixty-three
Or at least you will to me
And every line you fed to trusting souls
Will form a line on your face
Your pruned and tattered beauty
Won’t buy you gullible boys anymore

Well I’m so sorry, all you half-baked prom dates
You played me well, but now the game is won
And the happiness you thought you found
In all our lying, cheating, and sleepin’ around
It’s something that I’ve found
Somewhere else

By a little wayside off of Route 29
Lie all the chances and all the lies
And those fading memories
I’ve finally found my peace in true love
And now I wish you yours . . .