There were times we had it all I can't explain it away, it doesn't make any sense To know what it's like, I guess you gotta go through it I guess you gotta go through it, I guess you gotta go through it It doesn't matter, baby Loving you's a dirty job

There were times we had it all It doesn't make any sense To know what it's like I guess you gotta go through it It doesn't matter baby But somebody's gotta do it You're never gonna see it There were times that we'd lay in bed and listen To the pounding,

Happy birthday Happy birthday to you You know it doesn't make much sense There ought to be a law against Anyone who takes offense At a day in your celebration 'Cause we all know in our minds That there ought to be a time That we can set aside To show

One last time We'll lay down today It doesn't make any sense This tragic ending In spite of the evidence There's something still missing Heard some of the rumors told A taste of one's wealth Did Victoria wound his soul?