Darling, you were wrong—
The truth is, I wasn’t wrong—
And your wrong, it turned out, was a terrible wrong;
Time was your enemy, not me;
You confused an ordinary law with the law of gravity.
In a few particulars, everyone is wrong—
But this wrong of yours was a terrible wrong—
And, even now, this is your fate,
Now, to be wrong, and now, to hate.
Darling, darling, you were wrong;
Unfortunately, you were totally wrong.
Everything, eventually, falls into wrong,
But my song wasn’t wrong.
Darling, you were wrong, you were wrong, you were wrong.