A Mess to Be Made

in a dream that I cant seem to shake she is,

she is standing alone by the fence

I see tears in her eyes. why she cries

I just dont know what a mess that I make of my days

then theres you, your a mess to be made

and the dream starts to fade away

so youre leaving for months at a time

I help you out the door

but once your gone

I just stare out the window

Please could you please come back home

What a mess that I make of my days trying to save myself (save myself)

then theres you your a mess to be made

a canvas only paint could change

and a voice on the other end of the phone says

why dont you write a song about it well here it goes

I was raised on someting that youll never know

id hate this place if it weren't for the waves

if it werent fo r the fact that you love it

where they measure a man on the money

he spends well my love is not a bank statement

what a mess that I make of my days trying to save myself (save myself)

then theres you you're a mess to be made

a mess to be made

a mess to be made

and the dream starts to fade away.