Two Chords That Became An Anthem The Wicked Waltz
I'm packing up my bags and I'm moving away
This ain't no holiday
I'm going to start a new life, and you're
Not going to be there for me
Even if you want to be
I'm not going to see you, my dear
And it might not be for years
But that's not a bad thing for you

For years you followed my dream
Have done what I wanted to do
But now you got to prove
You've got your own life and
You can't take away mine
I will no longer be, there for you
This doesn't mean I hate you
It's just I cannot see you…

You want a moral from this story
Well you shouldn't chase what's already gone
It won't come back to you
No matter how hard you try
"Rory's knocking over the keyboard"