I went down to meet my maker 
And the water tastes salty 
What's on my lips. 
The letter you sent me 

I found a good friend 
but let her go too easily 
And what's on my mind. 
The last time you kissed me 

And twenty hours on a train 
Six years and I wonder 
If you were worth the pain 
I'm wasting away wondering 
If I'll always love you only 
And what's holding my heart 
Is the way you used to hold me