Where The Road Parts Songtext

Its ironic how I fall just to get back up again
I fixed to cure this ailing bitter agony
Maybe where the roads part you remember where we first met
So tongue and cheek with stale irony, if it pleases you it pleases me
Just an innocent call a telephone call
Just an innocent call

Now if you were in bloom I'd pluck your petals clean
Although I don't seem low I can promise you my egos running me
Then I'd be called you were the only one that didn't fold