Crooked the road
And the one driving
Twenty-five years
I knowyou've been unraveling
Tell mewhy did you run?
Run past the dogs
And the horses
Now you find yourself here
Past the do's and don'ts
Of your choices

But if you're leaving
Know I'll stay beside that telephone line
And tomorrow
We might steal the Sun from underneath our eyes

Tennis courts
When I was yours
Late night releasing sacred floors
Got me believing
A little more
This painwill run its course

In the morning
I saw you there
Holding out your hand
If I grab it
Know that I care
'Cause darkness don't look good on you

But if you're leaving
Know I'll stay beside that telephone line
And tomorrow
We might steal the Sun from underneath our eyes

Day breaks sorrow
And I still feel the edge of this cold knife
But next to you, I laid softly on this hard ground
But next to you, I laid softly on this hard ground