The God's Honest Truth

Can you keep a secret?
Don’t tell a soul.
I swear every word is true
You didn’t hear it from me
If anyone asks,
And I’ll say the same for you.

The rumor started Saturday night,
When the mead was flowing free.
Something went on down by the lake,
But it was too dark to see.
Were there two bodies,
Or were there three
Keeping out of sight?
But somebody saw,
And somebody told,
All on a Saturday night.

There were too many shadows
Where there shouldn’t have been
And the word began to spread.
Someone was going to get it tonight,
At least that’s what somebody said.
And somebody’s husband
Was out of place.
At least that’s what somebody heard.
And somebody’s daughter
Was out way too late.
Promise you won’t breathe a word.

And that’s when they started
The hue and the cry
To find out just who’s off with who.
And nobody bothered to stop and enquire
Was there truth to this hullabaloo.
It wasn’t long till the shouting commenced,
With some words better left unsaid:
Anger taking the place of good sense.
Hearts broken and friendships dead.

And the saddest detail
Of this whole sorry song
Is that none of the rumors were true.
But the stories went round,
And the damage was done,
Leaving nothing but wreckage to view.
Don’t think you’re immune
To temptation’s call
To repeat what you only half see.
Cause rumor will outrun the truth every time
Hey, you didn’t hear it from me.

Can you keep a secret?
Don’t tell a soul.
I swear every word is true
You didn’t hear it from me
If anyone asks,
And I’ll say the same for you.