He said he was leaving
He was going out to find
Someone he knew long ago
That he had left behind
He needed no direction
Was in a desperate state of mind
He said "I'm not coming back
Unless this water turns to wine"
He started feeling the pain
Put on 'Dark Side of the Moon'
He laid flat on his back
He had a gun in his hand
He said "Maybe I'll be home soon"
He didn't say goodbye
He didn't lock the door
He didn't pay the rent
He left a clean white shirt
Lying right there on the floor
He stopped believing
When she walked out that door
She said "How you going to care for me
If you don't know who you are?"
He started feeling the pain
Put on 'Dark Side of the Moon'
He laid flat on his back
He had a gun in his hand
He said "Maybe I'll be home soon"
Then someone called out his name
They asked "Why do you throw it away?
What you set out to find
Is right here by design
You were water, now you're wine"
He started feeling the pain
Put on 'Dark Side of the Moon'
He laid flat on his back
He had a gun in his hand
He said "Maybe I'll be home soon"
Then someone called out his name
They asked "Why do you throw it away?
What you set out to find
Is right here by design
You were water, now you're wine"
