I knew why I should go away
I knew the things I had to do
But what became of all the days
That I once thought I’d spend with you?
I suspect somewhere deep in space
God keeps a cache of all the days
Lovers once dreamed would come to pass
Before they went their separate ways
He’d have a whole life of mine there
And maybe he has one of yours
On starry nights, I wonder why
He’d bother keeping such a store
And if, perhaps, by some mistake
He hid the real and left the fake.