Before we were very old
We'd be thousands of miles apart.
Ana, how do you wear your hair now?
You could be anywhere now
But you'll always be here in my heart.
The sweet song we sung
Was wasted on the young
Before our feet are planted
How love is taken for granted but
Ana, now that the party's over
The longer we're cold and sober
The longer the shadows become.
Though you're just a memory of a day in the sun
Over and done
Ana, you are the one I want.