Well I Stare A The Hole In My Hands

And I Watch You Slip Away

And I Feel If I'd Only Done Better

Than The Maybe I Could Make You Stay

Then I Stare At The Hole In My Hands

And I Can't Remember Things I Say Hour To Hour,

Sentence To Sentence, Day To Day

Well I Could But I Don't

I Should But I Won't

It's Laughable



There's And Empty Space In My Bed

Maybe's To Big These Days

Even As I Hold You I'm Letting You Go

Somewhere There's An Empty Space In My Heart

When My Frends Say, "boy Now You're Free"

Cause Freedom's Not A Ring Around Your Finger

I Can Tell 'em It's A Memory

Well I Could But I Don't

I Should But I Won't

Having To Tell Someone Goodbye

Having To Find A Place To Hide

When All You Feel These Days

Is Empty Inside