You sense it, don't you?
Something has changed, and you feel it.
I'm through with this relationship.
I'm done with marriage.

There is no escape from it physically, only mentally.
I can't afford to leave you, and you need my salary just as much as I need yours.
How sad. We've become paychecks to each other.

So here we are.
Where are we?
Where do we go now?

I've known people who live like this.
I never thought we would be those people.
But we are. We're the people in restaurant who eat without speaking to each other.
One of those couples you see riding in the car...he looking straight ahead, she staring out her window.
Together alone.

You put the cd on with the song that breaks my heart.

"Stood alone on a mountain top,
starin' out at the great divide.
I could go east, I could go west,
It was all up to me to decide.
Just then I saw a young hawk flyin,'
and my soul began to rise.
And pretty soon
my heart was singin'

Roll, roll me away,
gonna roll me away tonight.
Gotta keep rollin', gotta keep ridin',
keep searchin' till I find what's right.
And as the sunset faded
I spoke to the faintest first starlight,
and I said "Next time....
Next time
We'll get it right."

And I cry in my heart because there is no next time.