All the east coast blue bloods had come out west And I watched them argue about who loved you the best I was conspicuously of my kind Overdressed but woefully under-refined With a story held together like boulders with a piece of twine Three helicopters circling Retreating and returning Your photographs were on the news And I was there just out of view I was standing with a smile chiseled into my head With a mind in retreat to the places I wished I would've been When you caught my gaze I turned away Planned an exit like a grand escape As I watched you spinning through the revelers like a cheap ballet These words all sound familiar Convictions of forever You tied a wish to a balloon Watched it fly into the blue But you will find someday soon That it will fall Yes, it will fall They all do Yes, they all do Yes, they all do They all do Yes, they all do