She knew it was all over
 When she turned her back
 On her used-to-been
 She knew it was all over
 When she turned from him
 She turned to me
 What's for me to say
 I see that you've been crying
 Your own man's arms
 Like to bear their fists
 But my arms have hands like a graceful nest
 And all they want to do is hold, hold you