(Don Breithaupt)

You’re moving anew
Moving to a new address
You’re carrying on
Carrying a garlic press
Girl it’s such a mess
Splitting up our things

You’re taking it all
Taking every souvenir
You’re looking ahead
Looking at a new career
I remind you dear
I foresaw everything
I said

Right about now
We’d be nearing the end
Right about now
We’d be parting as friends
And right about then
You covered your face and said
How can you say that?
How, how?
I may have been wrong about a lot of things
But I was right about now

You’re coming at me
Coming like a firing squad
You’re walking away
Baby don’t you think it’s odd
So help me God
I hate being right
I said