And though she wasted all my time And I know guilt is on my mind It isn't awful as it seems I think my soul has what it needs So I can fade to different times Or maybe say what's on my mind Cause it's been hard to keep it in I'm never sleeping here again It isn't easy as it seems To just believe in everything And baby I can't face myself And you know I won't face myself But when I keep my head up high There's always something in the sky Those eyes are looking down at me I'm always stuck right in-between Fold those pretty clothes and come back home Fold those pretty clothes and come back home Fold those pretty clothes and come back home Fold those pretty clothes and come back home