歌词
On marching down the street
we're having books upon our feet.
I saw you in the doorway,
you turned and walked away from me.
I thought it was surprising
for friends to say goodbye that way
you looked at me in silence
and then you turned and walked away.
And if we meet again someday
I know that you won't be the same.
When understading is betrayed
just walk away, just walk away...
