When, when we came home. Worn to the bones. I told myself, this could get rough. And when, when I was off, which happened a lot. You came to me and said, that's enough.
Well I see breakfast on the table. And I can smell you in the halls. Lord knows I'd cry if I was able. But that won't get me through tomorrow. And no it's not like I was counting.
I'll be a fool when the suns out. Burn you a fire when you burn out. And give you the future you gave away. And give you my youth for some million days.
When, when we came home. Worn to the bones. I told myself, "this could get rough". And when, when I was off, which happened a lot. You came to me and said, "that's enough".