I don't feel the quite same Since I left for home And I am tired of explaining How I still feel alone When I call from the morning She comes But in the heat of the moment She runs I can't see a future in my irresolute ways And I am sick of this torture Running through my veins As she breaths in the cold through her lungs It's here to the silence She runs Drunken with no place to go Or sober with no call to home I stumble along this stone road And the cracks in the pavement they show