Before you go, let me ask you some things. Do you still remember our walks in the rain? My smell on your coat? My kiss on your lips? The way you made me feel with the brush of your fingertips? Before you go, do you know how I feel? Beaten and broken and hung on the reel? Battered and splattered with no one to care? Now how will I live, with you not there? So go on, get going. I’m sure you’ve got places to be. Places to go and people to see. Just remember this one thing, before my heart you must throw, just be careful out there, before you go.