September, 1974. Gisborne, New Zealand. 

 I put pen to paper to list all of the things you are to  me.

 Then I ran out of paper, so I went in search of  more.

 When I’d found some, I listed all the reasons  'Why'.

 When I’d finished, I weighed the difference between  the two.

 It really didn’t seem like much, but it was enough  to drive you

 out of my life, and into another man's arms.