i'll be glad to forget who you are, how we met
the faces and the times, the places and crimes
of youth and inexperience, the weird set of circumstances
that pull us apart
there is no shame in lying if it gets you through to where
you can be the person that will treat your lover fair
there's no shame in hiding all the shameful stuff
if you can be truthful when you say you've had enough
take the first bus from the station
take the first line out north
where the winters are forgiving
and the past moves forth
you gotta get it, oh you gotta get it,
gotta get it out of your mind
you gotta get it, oh you gotta get it,
gotta get it out of your mind