| We spent the night in a hobo town |
| Like a pair of runaways |
| We lit a fire and sang the songs |
| We learned from yesterday |
| Settled down and built a house |
| With our own sweatin' hands |
| What happened next I’ll never know |
| Or never understand |
| Finished with my working day |
| And headed straight for home |
| I looked inside the bedroom door |
| And you were not alone |
| Well I hope you find a better way |
| To get through my front door |
| The roads you take don’t let you see |
| I don’t love you anymore |
| And if you find a broken heart |
| Somewhere along the way |
| Don’t you dare pick it up |
| I’ll mend itself someday |
| You thought my life was over now |
| Well honey you thought wrong |
| I found myself someone to love |
| Who’ll love me all night long |
| All the things you left behind |
| I threw them all away |
| You never cared enough about |
| The things I had to say |
| Well I hope you find a better way |
| To get through my front door |
| The roads you take don’t let you see |
| I don’t love you anymore |
| And if you find a broken heart |
| Somewhere along the way |
| Don’t you dare pick it up |
| I’ll mend itself someday |
| Well I hope you find a better way |
| To get through my front door |
| The roads you take don’t let you see |
| I don’t love you anymore |
| And if you find a broken heart |
| Somewhere along the way |
| Don’t you dare pick it up |
| I’ll mend itself someday |