(ronnie laneron woodrod stewart)



It's hard to believe that this is the place

Where we were so happy all our lives.

Now so empty inside and feelin' no pain.

Waitin' for a hammer and a big ball and chain.



They can tear it all down and build something new

Then only I'll remember what was here.

Tomorrow comes easyjust another day gone

How hong will I have to keep returning? 



Now I look backthink I've known all the time

I've been fightin' myself for so long.

All the vows that we madegone for old rags and lumber

Disappear on a cart down the road