Why are we always fools for love? And dreamers? Are they related? This classic ballad investigates...
I’m a Fool
I’m just a fool and I must face it
You’re moving on [and] I can’t erase it
The cold, hard truth, it’s staring at me
This empty house so full of mem’ries
You’ve found your love, but it’s not me.
[yet] Every time I see you walking by
I can’t help wond’ring if there’s something I
Could do to get you back and in my arms again
Yes, I’m a fool, and I admit it
Watching you go, you’d think I’d get it.
But I hold on in spite of …
I stare at your picture….
Yes, I’m a fool…
