I'm sorry I didn't turn out to be the man you thought I was
I can't offer you more and I'm not here to console you
I stood with your family when your grandfather died
Gazing through the aisles
Your best friend and I
Our goodnights, brown eyes
They don't mean anything
You don't owe me anything
Our goodnights, brown eyes
They don't mean anything
You don't owe me anything
Like your favorite quote from Eleanor Roosevelt
I have to do the thing I could not do
And myself, I'm wary of the question that you pose
The question of character I could not respond to
The question of, question of character
That I could not respond to