Promise of You

though i preach to the quire

i’m so lonely, loney lonely

as i walk on the wire

i’m just only, only, only

hanging on to the promise of you

 

though i run through the fire

i get colder, colder, colder

i’m not green

I’m not retired

i’m just older, older, older

I’m just a thread around the promise of you

 

so many times i thought of hanging it up

so many shots but it was never enough

so many nights i thought of hanging it up

 

every note that i write

i get closer, closer, closer

to the end of the night

and when it’s over

i’ll lay my head on the promise of you