Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The One Who Stayed and the One Who Left, artist - Regina Spektor. Date of issue: 29.09.2016
Song language: English
The One Who Stayed and the One Who Left |
| He went to visit an old, old friend |
| And it was long, long overdue |
| And though they stayed up very late |
| They never talked out of turn or tune |
| And every time they’d say goodbye |
| Well he’d just stay another while |
| They started from a distant place |
| And were so happy face to face |
| The one who left wanted everything |
| The one who stayed never wanted more |
| It’s not your choice, it’s how you’re built |
| It’s in a blueprint of your soul |
| The one who left, he dropped his smile |
| And they sat quiet for a while |
| Then the one who stayed began to speak |
| And in his words, he answered why |
| I’m just another drop in the bucket |
| I’m just another song on a jukebox |
| I’m just another face in the crowd |
| Another fish in the sea |
| Something to being one of the many |
| Something to being one in the masses |
| Something to being surrounded by others |
| And not alone by yourself |
| I never wanted the bright lights in my eyes, I’m much too quiet |
| I never wanted them pointing their fingers at me |
| Oh no, but… |
| Something to being one of the many |
| Something to being one in the masses |
| Something to being surrounded by others |
| And not alone by yourself |
| The one who left he knew it then |
| And he would never doubt again |
| He loved this life, he loved his friend |
| But he’d keep running 'til the end |
| All words they said hovered above |
| All of the pain, all of the love |
| They hugged goodbye |
| And in his room, he sang real quiet to the moon |
| Something to being one of the many |
| Who get to sing the songs on the jukebox |
| Who get to stay awake all night |
| And dream half of the day |
| Something to waking up in a new town |
| Something to singing songs to a new crowd |
| Something to being surrounded by others |
| And not alone by yourself |
| I never wanted the bright lights in my eyes, I’m much too quiet |
| I never wanted them pointing their fingers at me |
| Oh no, but… |
| Something to being one of the many |
| Who get to sing the songs on the jukebox |
| Who get to stay awake all night |
| And dream half of the day |
| Then wake up in a new town |
| Just another face in the crowd |