I was walking home to my house through the snow from the station
When the Springsteen came clear in my headphones with a pertinent question
Oh is love really real and can any of us hope for redemption?
Or are we all merely biding our time down to lonely conclusions?
Darling let me take your hand as I talk you through this
How loneliness edged into deep seeded psychosis
Lying away in crowded hotel rooms focused on tape hiss
With my feelings laid clear on the ceiling
I don't think I can do this
I don't think I can do this
Well I tried so hard to not turn into my father
But if I only ever skip all his choices will I ever choose better?
Oh the sad truth is the grass it will always seem greener
So I left you alone in a restaurant in London in winter
You deserved better
Adam Trask is on my back and in my ears
And the sound comes clear and brings the awful truth
That I can't stand what I've done to you
And it's written clear in my diary
Today should have been our anniversary
And I'm far way and I'm far apart
And you're back home with a broken heart
And loves is real and I can't escape
I only ever have myself to blame
These failures shift and shake me in the night
Like a fever I can't break try as I might
Wake me darling I need you take me home
But I know in the end redemption is mine, and mine alone
So if each of us is made up of a tally of mistakes and successes
Then my hour in that restaurant makes my score less than impressive
But each can be redeemed with the courage with which he confesses
So darling I miss you, your music and your musk and your kisses
I don't think I can do this
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