I would've stayed for you
until a mid-August sunrise-
but it was you who chose to turn away
from the diamonds in my eyes.
Maybe I wanted more than you could give
or just to give more than you could take-
not enough of the way it used to be so
I must leave to heal the heart you break.
And if I let you down forgive me
I never meant to trouble your mind-
so I will take my diamonds with me
and leave my name and rank behind.
And when the sun comes up in the mid-August skies
when the leaves change color from green to rust-
you'll have long forgotten what I held in my eyes...