The Good Years

She'll take his secrets to her grave
She has no memory of him she'd like to say
She's had to live with the decisions that he made
For oh so many years

He'll see her on the other side
She can't wait to empty out the space he occupied
He's not the only one that she's been watching slowly die
For oh so many years

He never listened, she wouldn't say
He said she has no ambition anyway
She never told him, he couldn't see
If he didn't know himself then how could she

She can't miss a man she never knew
She learned not to be afraid of the things that sun will do
He lost it all on the night no one recalls
From the liquor and the drugs

She spread his ashes by the sea
She couldn't think of any place he'd like to be
She knows these things will come in threes and maybe fours
She could've asked him, he could've said
He haunted her before he was dead
He never wondered, neither did she
The good years were never meant to be, never meant to be