The One Who Stayed And The One Who Left Lyrics - Regina Spektor

He went to visit an old, old friend 

And it was long, long overdue 

And though they stayed up very late 

They never talked out of turn or tune 

And every time they'd say goodbye 

Well he'd just stay another while 

They started from a distant place 

And were so happy face to face 

The one who left wanted everything 

The one who stayed never wanted more 

It's not your choice, it's how you're built 

It's in a blueprint of your soul 

The one who left, he dropped his smile 

And they sat quiet for a while 

Then The one who stayed began to speak 

And in his words, he answered why 

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I'm just another drop in the bucket 

I'm just another song on a jukebox 

I'm just another face in the crowd 

Another fish in the sea 

Something to being one of the many 

Something to being one in the masses 

Something to being surrounded by others and not alone by yourself 

I never wanted the bright lights and my eyes are much too quiet 

I never wanted them pointing their fingers at me 

Oh no, but... 

Something to being one of the many 

Something to being one in the masses 

Something to being surrounded by others and not alone by yourself 

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The one who left he knew it then 

And he would never doubt again 

He loved this life, he loved his friend 

But he'd keep running 'til the end 

All words they said hovered above 

All of the pain, all of the love 

They hugged goodbye 

And in his room, he sang real quiet to the moon 

Something to being one of the many who get to sing the songs on the jukebox 

Who get to stay awake all night and dream half of the day 

Something to waking up in a new town 

Something to singing songs to a new crowd 

Something to being surrounded by others and not alone by yourself 

I never wanted the bright lights and my eyes are much too quiet 

I never wanted them pointing their fingers at me 

Oh no, but... 

Something to being one of the many who get to sing the songs on the jukebox 

Who get to stay awake all night and dream half of the day 

Then wake up in a new town 

Just another face in the crowd