A Mess To Be Made Songtext

Then theres you, you're a mess to be made.

The dream starts to fade away..



So youre leaving for months at a time,

I'll help you out the door.

Once your gone I'll just stare out the window.

Please could you please come back home.



What a mess that I make of my days,

trying to save myself, save myself.
Then theres you, your a mess to be made.

a canvas only paint could change.



And a voice on the other end of the phone,

says, "why dont you write a song about it."

Well here it goes.

I was raised on something that you'll never know.

Id' hate this place if it werent for the waves,

if it werent for the fact that you love it. Where they measure a man on the money he spends,

well my love is not a bank statement.



What a mess that i make of my days,

trying to save myself, save myself.

Then theres you, you're a mess to be made,

a mess to be made, a mess to be made,

and the dream starts to fade away.