Find a nail to hang your hat on. Go and get yourself a chair. If there's a little hope to fathom. Mr. Levon left it there. . Don't imagine you can lose him.
I don't know what else to do. I would rather do anything. Than write this song for you. And perpetuate this thing. . In my head, in my living room. With the usual arsenal.
I've been thinking. About you and me. Maybe I was just. Seeing what I wanted to see. . You can call me crazy. But you know this time I swore. That I wouldn't run.