Slip of the tongue
An honest word has sprung
Now its hard to face the future
With these songs unsung
Suddenly not young
Past dreams where we clung
Now we're letting go of great ideals
Where our truth was hung
Slip of the tongue

Turn of the dial
Knew it all the while
Deep inside you burned with rage
But walked out with a smile
Can't reconcile
Another step or mile
So you found a way to end it all
And did it with such style
Turn of the dial

End of the song
Back where I belong
All the greener grass was scorched
Smothered in the throng
Tried to be strong
Fooled me all along
I find everything I knew before
Turns out to be wrong
End of the song

© 1999 Chris Bontos and Butch Maxwell
Lyrics by Butch Maxwell