We’ve been down this road before a thousand times
And still we’ll pound this concrete into gravel
And this gravel into dust

I know something’s got to give but you know it won’t be me
I don’t think I care quite enough to fix this

It’s over now but the crying honey
If I could take it all back (you know I would)
I would make it all up (I wish I could)
But I can’t find the spark to build the fire

It’s been a year of only winter
These grapes have all gone sour
And left acid on the vine

Am I bitter for the sorrow that I have caused?
Or is it for the sorrow that is mine?