Personal

Its not personal
You didnt let me down at all
No, its not personal
Its how the world goes round, is all

Ive got some loving but it aint for sale
- give it free to you, my friend
Somewhere further down the trail
Il be pulling out again

Its not personal
Dont let it underneath your skin
No, its not personal
Im only breathing out and in

Im just moving on
Because the groove has gone
Im just stealing down the line
And its fine

Woke up this morning, I was all alone
Instead of her I found a note
I guess my bluebird just came home
For these are all the words she wrote...

Its not personal
You didnt let me down at all
No, its not personal
Its how the world goes round is all
Its how the world goes round