ROW THE BOAT OUT.

So I’m down again and I’m telling the truth

A hard luck affair is my routine

I’ve given it all and it ain’t any use

I’m back in a place I’m tired of being.

Row the boat out one more time

Take me back to you

Row the boat out hold me close

Do the things you do.

Am I back on a mission on a throw of the dice

The crossroads of doubt have sucked me in

I’ve ran out of time and I’ve ran out of lies

I’m back at the place where I begin.

In the cold of the light of the promises made

In the hurt and the tears of seeing the wrong

I’ve opened my heart and my soul has been laid

I’m back in a place where I belong.