Some days she'll seem pleased to see you And other days she will be You need to figure out what that is worth Maybe in a month of Sundays But maybe never really Will you ever understand the girl Hold fast the line And never falter You need the jokes And she the laughter Gold is to be Don't look back There's nothing to see It spirals into black Oh oh Oh oh Nothing in your life will bring you Half as much as she will There's lightning, revelation then there's her Others are a fading memory You don't need to remember What was said or done by whom or where Hold fast the line And never falter You need the jokes And she the laughter Gold is to be Don't look back There's nothing to see It spirals into black Oh oh Oh oh Hold fast the line And never falter You need the jokes And she the laughter Gold is to be Don't look back There's nothing to see It spirals into black Oh oh Oh oh Some days she'll seem pleased to see you And other days she will be You need to figure out what that is worth