On the Mend

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