||Those were bad days.|
I came in to an empty home.
The sheets lay beside the bed,
and both sides were warm.
||But walk with me outside.|
Take my hand and go talk with me outside.
There's something you should know.
If I wanted I could forget.
Sometimes it's not worthwhile to hold onto it.
||Down and down and down and down.|
These things will all go away.
Down and down and down and down.
These things will be gone someday.
I wonder if they know.
Centuries of gold,
now are dust and mold.
||And I would build a kingdom, but not on dry sand.|
And I would build a kingdom with you at my right hand.
I wonder if you know.
I want you for my own.
What you've done before
is what you've done before.