"All men have secrets and here is mine. So let it be known. For we have been through hell and high tide. I can surely rely on you, And yet you start to recoil. Heavy words are so lightly thrown, But still I'd leap in front of a flying bullet for you.So, what difference does it make? So, what difference does it make? It makes none. But now you have gone, And you must be looking very old tonight."