Dry for fifteen years, and wet for more.

My brother is taking the last ride home.

This train won’t go no more, no place to go,

the driver is already on the road.

Don’t take it all to heart if you see me start again.
I used to act a little crazy, I used to act a little mean,

but i can tell you that it’s not me

because I never felt more like home

as when you’re here with me,

so don’t take it all to heart if you see me start again.
You know I wish you were not so young and not so sure of it all.

I’ll stay beside you till day is done,

butthen I must go my love, I must run.
So you don’t say you want to hold me

when your arms are closed,

when your eyes are closed I could be anyone.

It’s love you love, not me my love,

it’s love you love my love not me