| You can say what you want to |
| About the life that I have lived |
| And you can tell me that we’re through |
| And that we just can’t meet again |
| You’ve always been my getaway girl |
| But now you say that you’re going away |
| Into a cold and fragile world |
| And what you’ll find there, you can’t say (*2) |
| Lately the roof has been caving in |
| On everything that I’ve believed |
| But I just can’t go through that pain again |
| It’s best left for somebody other than me |
| I’ve always seen that warm dark eye |
| Down in the bottomlands of my dreams |
| I’ve only walked white roads at night |
| Beats anything I’ve ever seen (*2) |
| Oh to be back home again |
| To spend my time there On The Mend |
| If I were to sit right down |
| To tell you how I think and feel |
| You would hear the loneliest sound |
| To ever fall across your ears |
| You spend your money with both of your hands |
| It’s the kind of thing I remember well |
| You turn around and call this happenstance |
| It’s the kind of thing I remember well (*2) |
| Oh to be be back home again |
| To spend my time there On The Mend |
| You can say what you want to |
| About the life that I have lived |