Six Years

I went down to meet my maker And the water tastes salty What's on my lips The letter you sent me I found a good friend But I let her go to easily And what's on my mind The last time you kissed me It was a foam splint-shackle And twenty hours on a train Six years and I wonder If you were worth the pain I went down to meet my maker And the water tastes salty What's on my lips The letter you sent me I found a good friend But I let her go to easily And what's on my mind The last time you kissed me I'm wasting away wondering If I'll always love you only And what's holding my heart Is the way you used to hold me What's on my lips The letter you sent me And what's on my mind The last time you kissed me