Texty: Jim Croce. Bombs Over Puerto Rico. Just Another Day.

If it were just another day
You know I might have stayed
But I couldn't hang around
To be beaten to the ground

You asked me for something
You know I couldn't lend
You tried to make me break
But it hurt too much to bend

And the more I see of what used to be our love, I find
That we've just been going nowhere
And we're never gonna get there
And we're wastin' our time

If I were just another guy
You know I might have tried
To fit into you schemes
And to have a plastic dream

You asked me for something
You know I couldn't lend
You tried to make me break
But it hurt too much to bend

And the more I see of what used to be our love, I find
That we've just been going nowhere
And we're never gonna get there
And we're wastin' our time

It was just another lie
I couldn't swallow when I tried
Just enough to realize
I'd been pretendin' all the time

You asked me for something
You know I couldn't lend
You tried to make me break
But it hurt too much to bend

And the more I see of what used to be our love, I find
That we've just been going nowhere
And we're never gonna get there
And we're wastin' our time

You asked me for something
You know I couldn't lend
You tried to make me break
But it hurt too much to bend

And the more I see of what used to be our love, I find
That we've just been going nowhere
And we're never gonna get there
And we're wastin' our time

And the more I see of what used to be our love, I find
That we've just been going nowhere
And we're never gonna get there
And we're wastin' our time

And the more I see of what used to be our love, I find
That we've just been going nowhere
And we're never gonna get there
And we're wastin' our time

And the more I see of what used to be our love, I find
That we've just been going nowhere
And we're never gonna get there
And we're wastin' our time