Although you've given me many things

I can't do anything about you

Well, you breathe, but you waste away

It's a while since you've been okay

I find that I'm short of things to say or do, oh

So while your head is still clear

And I can find the words

Know that my life's been better for you, oh

I think of the very things we've been through

The shade and the light in our lives, the objections, too

Those who say we deserve this thing

Them boys livin' in their sin

An angry God, well, what the hell did we do? Oh

So while your head is still clear

And I can find the words

Know that my life's been better for you, oh

Ooh, what can I do?

Tell me, tell me

Although you've given me many things and everything

I can't do anything, anything, anything

Although you've given me many things, many things

I can't do anything, anything

Nothing at all

Although you've given me many things

I can't do nothing, nothing at all