INTRO/VERSE: I was walking home to my house through the snow from the station When Springsteen came clear in my headphones with a pertinent question Oh is love really real and can any of us hope for redemption? Or are we all merely biding our time down to the lonely conclusions Darling let me take your hand as I talk you through this How loneliness edged in to deep seated psychosis Lying awake in crowded hotel rooms focused on tape hiss And my failings laid clear on the ceiling I don’t think I can do this I tried so hard to not turn into my father But if I only ever skip out his choices will I ever choose better Oh the sad truth is the grass it will always seem greener So I left you alone in a restaurant in London in winter You deserve better Adam Trask Is on my back And in my ears The sound comes clear and brings the awful truth That I can’t stand what I’ve done to you And it’s written clear in my diary Today should've been our anniversary And I’m far away and I’m far apart And you’re back home with a broken heart And love is real and I can’t escape I only ever have myself to blame These failures shift and shape me in the night Like a fever I can’t break try as I might Wake me darling I need you to take me home But I know In the end redemption is mine and mine alone So if each of us is made up of a tally of mistakes and successes Then that hour in the restaurant makes my score less than impressive Oh each can be redeemed by the courage in which he confesses So darling I miss you Your music and your musk and your kisses I don’t think I can do this