We've been working on this thing for eight long years And I think its time that we just let go Well I can't tell if it's history, or maybe just bad math But if I leave now then I may never go
And I'm the wrong man for the job And that's the way it is And I, I'm the wrong man for the job As long as I shall live For better or for worse, we both know I'm the wrong man for the job
Well I've always hated math, but I love history Just like I hate no one and I love you Isn't it coincidence, it's a mystery Cause if you then I've not a clue
It's like I ripped my arm right off and left it Well I guess it wasn't mine at all
I've been working on this thing for eight long years And I think it's time that we just let go
