I lost you a while ago, still, I don't know why
I can't say your name without a crow flying by
Gotta watch my back now that you turned me around
Got me walking backwards into my hometown
Throw me a rope on the rolling tide
What did you want it to be?
You said it's him or me
Way you made it
That's the way it will be
We were seven years on the Burma shore
With gatling guns and paint
Working the lowlands door-to-door, like a latter-day Saint
Then you turned me out at the top of the stair
You took all the glory that you just couldn't share
I've never been so disabused
I've never been so mad
I've never been served anything that tasted so bad
You might need a friend any day now, any day
Oh, my brother, be careful
You are drifting away
Throw me a rope on the rolling tide
What did you want it to be?
You said it's him or me
Way you made it
That's the way it will be
Way you made it
That's the way it will be
