I'm a boomerang. Doesn't matter how you throw me. Turn around, and I'm back in the game.

If you ask me how I'm doin
I would say I'm doin just fine
I would lie and say that you're not on my mind
But I go out
And I sit down
At a table set for two
And finally I'm forced to face the truth
No matter what I say
I'm, not over you