Sitting by the fire watching like a bird on a wire|for you to change into something that i want you to be|i selfishly await your renaissance in vain|its a shame i have to have integrity|but i know this is all a mystery|but this just curiosity||bicycles and chains you'll wanna take me to spain|if id let you but pretend i don't have time for getaways|kissin me in your open aired jeep before my 930 flight to tennessee|will this moment become just a memory|im riding high on this memory||you can't erase what you cannot understand|now i see that a man is just a man|moment of weakness is a moment of truth|will i be one of your tattoos||never saw such a beautiful sight |a michelangelo's david in the modern sunlight|your body graced with mosaics from past memories |now drawn on your body can't you see can't you see||you hold on to things that have died a long time ago |a permanent mark on your very very soul|I'm able to be weary i am able to be strong |But it's time that i admit that I was wrong