Lit a candle and I set it on the wall. Let the wax like teardrops fall. And then I wonder why I used to dream on, baby. Dream that we could have it all.
Free me from this restless curse. That follows me through the dark. Bring back an innocence. A strength to fill my heart. . In this world of emptiness.
Well, I used to work the graveyard. Used to have to paint the stones. Now I clean the farmyard. Have to lick it clean alone. . I got a wife and kid. Sharin' an econoline.