I wait at that stop heading back north through the night
It seems that I'm not alone the streets have a glow and I see him breathe
Out of the shadows a figure black clad with a hat appears
His eyes are a blaze as he settles his gaze straight towards me and he says
" love is not a word if you can say goodbye: the woman I've left is the reason I cry. I can't hide and I can't escape from the memories that keep me awake"
Well the man at that stop looks like he might turn around and use his fists
I listen and hope but I soon get engulfed by the stories that leave his lips
He shows me his scars that wont heal, the fingers he's lost and the wounds he can't feel
"these wounds mean nothing if aint got nothing to make them seem real" he says
" Love's not a word if you can say goodbye the reason I run is the reason I try to lay her to rest,
But she lives on as a stab in my chest,
All the memories that I call mistakes
Are the memories that keep me awake"
So I get on that bus
Its been a decade since I wrote this song
I’ve travelled the world and still have I learned
The compromise that I get so wrong?
I hope that he knows
The journey he set me on
I’ve curled many toes but only found one girl
Who’s heart I could call my home
Many hands have held my heart but only one has taught me
And when I fall in love well I can’t say goodbye
The reasons I ran? I was too scared to try
I’m sorry to those that love leaves behind
But I’m sure there are those that you carry inside
As a stab in your chest
We all go with a stab in our chests
Memories that I call call mistakes
Are the memories that keep me awake