Although you've given me many things
I can't do anything about you
Well you breathe, but you waste away
It's awhile since you've been okay
I find that I'm short of things to say or do
So while your head is still clear
And I can find the words
Know that my life's been better for you
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?
So while your head is still clear
And I can find the words
Know that my life's been better for you
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...