Maybe the tears that I cry for you drench the greater part of me,
Maybe I don't really miss you so much at all,
Maybe the number of miles in sheep, could put Mighty Big Apple to sleep,
Maybe I could have said what I did over the wall,
Maybe I'd fight and hurt myself, who knows even die for you,
Maybe it's what I'll say until the hour of Judgement befall,
The only holy certainty is that I'll be proud I ever knew you.