Hey lover, make a promise:
if you're leavin' on this train,
when you get to where you're going
you'll remember my name...
and how I stood up to your father,
and the back of his hand.
That motherfucker said I'm fit for no one
and you're fit for a king.
But these dashed hopes
can be mended with tape
or a kiss on the cheek
that makes the days go faster
that turns catastrophe from nothing
into strength.
Hey lover, where'd you run to?
Will I see you again?
And did you know,
your dreams got sold,
to someone who needed them.
But all the time I was walkin' in the dark
looking for your face,
I never found you, and I don't need you again.
I'm leaving on this train, yeah.
These old bones
can be mended with tape
or an excess of drinks
that makes the night go faster
that turns catastrophe from nothing into strength...
into strength.
And all these broken bones, broken bones,
that hate us healing
broken bones, broken bones
that hate us healing
broken bones
these broken bones
that hate us healing.