Separate Ways - The Bonnevilles

I know what I need

1 and 1 is 2 but it feels like 3

I’d like to call my brother

I can’t call any other

Now we’ve gone our separate ways

Does every family have to die?

Is it something that happens with time?

I’d like to call my sisters

But they’ve got their own mister

Now we’ve gone our separate ways

Oh, oh, life isn’t easy

In these dark times

It’s harder to lose the ways

To turn my blue skies grey

Complacency comes in our sleep

Let your guard down and it creeps

This one goes to my mother and my father

Your boy is now a man, not like any other

Now we’ve gone our separate ways

Now we’ve gone our separate ways

Now we’ve gone our separate ways

Now we’ve gone our separate ways