I lied when I said that to only you I would be true And you died under the suns mean eye Ghost pale from the blacks and blues With rail ties cleaving coarse lines my lovers hands yeah through and through I do not know why I decided not to tell the truth And I die every April the 6th I wanted you to know And tried my best Okay well maybe that isn't true But why lie awake every night in the ruin of what could have been Your life if only you'd stayed the course instead of givin in