You were chasing him down Broadway on that white-hot July
'Cause he thought he'd got a message from some holy man on high
He said his chance had finally comehe'd done it on his own
He had to leave his past behindthe first thing that had to go--was
HomeYou put him in an airplane and packed your life and clothes
You learned all the lessons that the suitcase lady knows
He said, "Something still drags me back from where I'm heading to,"
You didn't really understand, 'til the next thing that had to go--was
YouSome things are sacrificed and some things remain
Some things bring pleasure and some things bring pain
Some things must pass away, and some things are regained
When the whole world is changing, why should people stay the same?You saw his picture in the paper, that disarming boyish smile
You sometimes had to swallow hard as you saw him on the dial
You heard him on a talk show, he was hearing no one else
Then suddenly you knew too well, the last thing he'd left behind--was
HimselfSome things are sacrificed and some things remain
Some things bring pleasure and some things bring pain
Some things must pass away, and some things are regained
When the whole world is changing, why should people stay the same?So you pulled yourself together, friends and family said you should
You discovered you were doing things you never knew you could
And someday when he calls you, which you know of course he'll do
You'll just send him away again, 'cause the last thing you finally
Found--was
You