on a cobweb afternoon
in a room full of emptiness
by a freeway I confess
i was lost in the pages
of a book full of death
reading how we'll die alone
and if we're good we'll lay to rest
anywhere we want to go
and on my death bed I will pray
to the gods and the angels
like a pagan to anyone who will take me to heaven
to a place I recall
i was there so long ago
the sky was bruised
the wine was bled
and there you led me on
and on I read
till the day was gone
and I sat in regret
for all the things i've done
for all that i've blessed
and all that i've wronged
in dreams until my death
i will wander on
in your house I long to be
room by room; patiently
i'll wait for you there; like a stone
i'll wait for you there, alone; alone.
i could never see tomorrow
but i was never told about the sorrow
and how can you mend a broken heart?
how can you stop the rain from falling down?
how can you stop the sun from shining?
what makes the world go round?
how can you mend this broken man?
how can a loser ever win?
please help me mend my broken heart
and let me live again
i can still feel the breeze
that rustles through the trees
and misty memories of days gone by
we could never see tomorrow
no one said a word about the sorrow
when you go;would you even turn to say "I don't love you;like i did yesterday"