Early Sunday morning, By the sound of the bell I can tell the day's going to be some kind of nightmare. I walk you to the station With your suitcase in my hands; All is well just as long as the lights are on And no one asks you.
It's like you said: Sometimes you pretend And sometimes you just forget As pages are turned over. But some lines remain in your mind Through the test of time To carve their way into your old goodbyes.
And maybe I am guilty for the things you've left undone, I don't know, Maybe I am the scratch on your knee not healing. When your mother gave you away You just couldn't say a word, Welcome home, Now the world looks new to you But it turns faster, Way much faster
Like you said: Sometimes you pretend And sometimes you just forget As pages are turned over. But some lines remain in your mind Through the test of time To carve their way into your old goodbyes.
