#27

I've been high, and i've been down
My head in the clouds and my hands in the ground
In the arms of a woman, I found my way home
In the arms of a woman, I had been lost

When I'm so lost that this losing feel like dying
I hope you'll be by me then
When I'm so lost that this losing feel like dying
I hope you'll be by me then

As a young man, I was afraid
Of my life, what would I make?
I would make love, what will I hate?
What bittersweet road will I take to my grave?

And if I'm old 'til this oldness have me dying
I hope you'll be by me then
Oh, when I'm old 'til this oldness has me dying
I hope you'll be by me then
I hope you'll be by me then

Sick of you, and I'm sick of me
I'm sick of wars, and I'm sick of peace
I'm sick of sound 'til I'm sick of silence
Oh, sick of the darkness 'til I'm sick of the light

When I'm so sick that this sickness has me dying
I hope you'll be by me then
I hope you'll be by me then
Oh, when I'm so sick that this sickness have me dying
I hope you'll be by me then

Once, as a boy, I saw what happened
I saw them beat him down to the cold, cold ground
Watched those big boys beat that man down
I was too weak to make a stand

When I'm so weak that this weakness feels like dying
I hope you'll be by me then
When I'm so weak that this weakness feels like dying
I hope you'll be by me then

When I'm old 'til this oldness feels like dying
I hope you'll be by me then

So I will live as I see fit
There will be those who will not like it
But in the arms of a woman, I found my way home
So to the arms of a woman, I will go

And if I'm old 'til this oldness has me dying
I hope you'll be by me then