"run away" said the day and I didn't argue
I called you dead like all the rest
my thoughts are away from the men who've held you
I turn my head to the west
she's not the kind of dame who'll take you away from your guitar
whoever you are it's alright you know I love her
when these cold songs disappear
and these thoughts I can't call home
I'll let the sober morning clear
I'll let the sober hands steer
then I'll know I'm not alone
don't tell me nothing is alright you know I love her