I I'm getting it right this time I can by the way she grins She put the postcards up on the of our bed I can see
She says, "Don't the streets on Sunday look The way they open up windows And offer you things you know never buy?" Lord, I'm tired, I'm so tired
Don't say that you With the price you paid for your surrender and your poison pen Are gonna take you and you whole again
Never gonna be the one who said you the one Who the lonesome life All the times you and prayed and thought you Had it made, it was for hope strife
So I went and asked my friend, the "What is it got this time?" He said, "Apart from that albatross around your The tests are negative, you are quite fine"
So I went out to the to play for my ticket And someone comes up to me and "Hey man, don't pay for that any more" Lord, I'm tired, I'm just so
Don't say you agree With the price you paid for honesty Sweet surrender and poison pen Are take you and make you whole again
Never gonna be the one who you were the one Who liked the lonesome All the times you and prayed and thought you Had it made, it was for hope then
Lord, I'm tired, so tired Lord, I'm tired, I retire
Don't say that you the price at the end of hostility Sweet and your poison pen Are take you and make you whole again
gonna be the one who said you were the one Who the lonesome life All the times you stayed and and thought you Had it made, it was for then strife
Never be the one who said you were the one Who liked the life All the times you and prayed and thought you Had it made, it was for then strife
Never be the one who said you were the one Who liked the life All the times you stayed and and thought you Had it made, it was for then strife
Never gonna be the one who you were the one Who liked the lonesome All the times you and prayed and thought you Had it made, it was for then strife
gonna be the one who said you were the one Who liked the lonesome All the times you stayed and prayed and you Had it made, it was for