I would've spent my life listening, (and once it seemed like hell)

to the weary afternoon lecture

just before the bell 

And it's seems almost too foolish, (cue the tear in eye) 

To cry over a smile

To laugh over a cry 

To stand in wake of footprints (that you left over my soul)

trying to fill the emptiness

that's like a gaping hole

In memory of you (although you have left too fast)

Once in a while, when I think of you,

I'll try waltzing with the past 

And I would've spent my life listening, (and once it seemed like hell)

to the weary afternoon lecture

just before the bell