Nobody's perfect, and that's something that
'Cause trying to tell her lies from the truth at times
Is like trying to divide ice from snow
When I knew it was over, I jumped into a taxi
And said, Just guess where to go
And the driver turned about and said,
Finding what you want is like
Trying to divide ice from snow
So here I sit, rolling back to bed
But from this side of the morning
Nobody's helpless, although
I've never felt this helpless before
And trying to persuade myself not to think about her
Is like trying to tell the clouds not to pour
While in my head time is collapsing
And the currents run cold
So I can curse her memory
But don't try telling me that she was not
An emerald in a mountain of coal
Or that there's a crock of cures for cancer
At the end of the rainbow
So here I sit, rolling back to bed
But from this side of the morning
And she's the kind of girl who won't forgive
So take me from this party, driver,
I wanted to be loved but just got laughed at instead
So if this taxi is for hire
Just to hear the friction of the tarmac and the tires
So nobody's perfect, and that's something that
And trying to persuade myself
Not to think about her is like
Trying to tell the cockerels not to crow
Or like trying to tell the striker
Not to think about the goal
So here I sit, rolling back to bed
But from this side of the morning