"And so I, I turned the radio on, I turned the radio up And this woman was singin' my song. The lover's in love and the other's run away. The lover is cryin' 'cause the other won't stay. Some of us hover when we weep for the other who was. Dying since the day they were born. Well, this is not that. I think that I'm throwing, but I'm thrown."
(Stay, Lisa Loeb)
