i don't plan anything
i'm trying to come home
thoughts of you are always on my mind
a runaway from problems, my excuse
when i am there
you roll over - once again i'm gone
i'm old it's plain to see a life of tragedy
save it for later - that's what we always said
what will that do for us
what will that do for us
what will that do for us now
tried to paint a picture of the time
that we once shared
you never seemed to be so concerned
story goes like this
you say i'm almost never there
independent is what you've always want
an arm to hold on, someone to sleep
next to in the night
rolling over - once again i'm gone
look through the backlog and index of thoughts
this time it won't get to me.
what will that do for us
what will that do for us
what will that do for us now
tried to paint a picture of the time
that we once shared
you never seemed to be so concerned