I find humor in her absent mind
Blind to see the love I brightly display
But I let that boat set sail
Now she's ported to the heart of another man
Swearing to retire her drifting at sea
Is he the one who's meant to be
Or must I become a metronome
Keeping beat, ticking time
Or must I become the sand in the hour glass
Counting down this slipping feeling
Maybe I'm misconstruing the message delivered
Must this knight in tarnished armor suit up again
Fight to reclaim the love now lost