Redemption

I was walking home to my house through the snow from the station When Springsteen came clear in my headphones with a pertinent question Oh is love really real and can any of us hope for redemption Or are we are merely biding our time down to the lonely conclusions Darling let me take your hand as I talk you through this How loneliness edged into deep seeded psychosis Lying away in crowded hotel rooms focused on takers With my feelings laid clear on the ceiling I don't think I can do this I don't think I can do this Well I tried so hard to not turn into my father If I only ever skip out his choices will I ever choose better The sad truth is the grass it will always seem greener So I left you alone in a restaurant in London in winter You deserved better Out of trash some might back in my ears Sound comes clear and brings the awful truth that I can't stand what I've done to you And it's written clear in my diary today should have been our anniversary And I'm far way and I'm far apart And you're back home with a broken heart And loves is real and I can't escape I'll only ever have myself to blame These failures shift and save me in the night Like a fever I can't break try as I might Wake me darling I need you to take me home But I know in the end redemption is mine and mine alone So if each of us is made of a tally of mistakes and successes Then the hour in that restaurant makes my score less than impressive If each can be redeemed with the courage by which he confesses So darling I miss you, your music and your musk and your kisses I don't think I can do this --- Redemption - Frank Turner