Who am I to sing a love song?
I hold myself away
Listen to the sound of a house running
Well, all houses are the same
And all the sadness in your heart
Won't bring me back to you
Doesn't it make you wonder
How a love so easily made could shy
Beneath November's harvest moon
Dark in a stranger's open kitchen
I stripped you to your bare feet
Oh, I look so foolish now
Thinking of every thing that I did
Tell me I was pretty at the time
I'm afraid for you to hear me say these words
It's the same with everyone that I hurt
But I will try to remember how you wandered away
To follow some long echo of a bird
But all the sadness in your lonesome countryside
Won't bring me back to life
Trust me, you don't want me around
I'm too always fond of leaving
I'm too fond of always leaving you
You don't know how much I loved you