Sing O' Fat Lady

He got up one day, found half his world had gone, so helpless,

thoughtless he sat, wondering where and what next, but he couldn't,

for it wasn't time yet, it wasn't time to move on; He had held her yesterday,

slept in her bosom, lived in her; Today she is on a plane,

flying back for a better future; Stop her he wanted to,

cuddle her he dreamt of, only if he could, have said in time,

only if he had smiled in time, she would have stopped,

she would have been his, but he let her go, let her walk on broken glass, away

Now he knows not what to do in that empty house, the house,

that felt home with her, felt all with her; The room is too big,

and he feels so small, confined, within his own home

Don't call it home, it isn't what it was, now only walls stare back

only noises of the outside world are left; The bed is soggy,

with tears from when she left, now he walks in this boggy house, alone

wondering why he let her go, let her walk on broken glass, away

He knows not for what is right, should he let her fly

or keep her right by his side; He know she knows, she knows the pain,

and that life, he decides, he will let her choose and choose wisely he cries

It ain't over till the fat lady has sung, for sing O' fat one,

sing with passion tonight, no broken glass, no tears for his love,

his love deserves the best song you can sing, the best of everything