Every time I go back your'e gonna be there It's just like watching M.A.S.H I know what happens next Every time I go back your'e gonna be there Holding that same old flame Although you know it burns I treated you wrong What can I do to make it up?
The clock is ticking over And the wind is growing cold for winter My old man's so far away No wonder why they bills aren't paid. And the rain comes pouring Down, harder everyday. Everything but the pain Successfully washed away.