| I can’t leave, but I won’t stay here | 
| If I stay, I still won’t be here | 
| I am the grass upon which she lays | 
| April spring summer and Wednesdays | 
| I am the hand which feeds her always | 
| Iam the bed upon which she plays | 
| Nah, na na nah, na na nah-ah | 
| Nah, na na nah, na na nah | 
| Nah, na na nah, na na nah-ah | 
| Nah, na na nah, na na nah | 
| I can’t leave, but I won’t stay here | 
| If I stay, I still won’t be here | 
| I am the feathers in her pillow | 
| Anywhere I hide, she knows, I know | 
| I am the sunshine through her window | 
| Anywhere I go, she goes, we go | 
| Nah, na na nah, na na nah-ah | 
| Nah, na na nah, na na nah | 
| Nah, na na nah, na na nah-ah | 
| Nah, na na nah, na na nah | 
| I can’t leave, but I won’t stay here | 
| If I stay, I still won’t be here | 
| I am the grass upon which she lays | 
| April spring summer and Wednesdays | 
| I am the hand which feeds her always | 
| Iam the bed upon which she plays | 
| Nah, na na nah, na na nah-ah | 
| Nah, na na nah, na na nah | 
| Nah, na na nah, na na nah-ah | 
| Nah, na na nah, na na nah |