#27

I've been high, and I've been down
my head in the clouds, and my hands in the ground
in the arms of a woman I've found my way home
in the arms of a woman I have been lost

When I'm so lost that this losing feels like dying
hope you'll be by me then
when I'm so lost that this losing feels like dying
hope you'll be by me then

As a young man, I was afraid
of my life, what would I make?
well, I will make love, what will I hate?
what bittersweet road will I choose to the grave?

And if I'm old till this oldness has me dying
hope you'll be by me then
oh, yes, if I'm old till this oldness has me dying
hope you'll be by me then

I'm sick of you, and I'm sick of me
I'm sick of war, and I'm sick of peace
I'm sick of sound like I'm sick of silence
I grow sick of the darkness till I'm sick of the light

When I'm so sick that this sickness has me dying
hope you'll be by me then
yeah, when I'm so sick that this sickness has me dying
hope you'll be by me then
I hope you'll be by me then

The world, Lord, I weigh
down on my knees and pray
if I believed it, I would stay
but I don't what you want, what you want

Once as a boy, I saw what happened
I saw them beat him down to the cold, cold ground
I watched those big boys beat that man down
and I was too weak, too weak to take a stand

When I'm so weak that this weakness has me dying
hope you'll be by me then
when I'm so weak that this weakness has me dying
hope you'll be by me then
if I'm old till this oldness feels like dying
I hope you'll be by me then

So I will live as I see fit
and there will be those who will not like it
but in the arms of a woman I find my way home
it's to the arms of my woman I will always go

And if I'm old till this oldness has me dying
hope you'll be by me then
'cause if I'm old till this oldness has me dying