In a dream that i can't seem to shake she is, she is standing alone by the fence i see tears in her eyes why she crys i just
Don't know what a mess that i make of my days then there's you, you're a mess to be made, a mess to be made and the dream
Starts to fade away so you're leaving for months at a time, i help you out the door but once you're 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
There's you, you're a mess to be made a canvas only paint could change and a voice on the other end of the phone, says why
Don't you write a song about it well here goes, i was raised on something that you'll never know I'd hate this place if it

Werent for the waves if it werent for 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 there's 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