It's hard to believe that this is the place
  Where we were so happy all our lives
  Now so empty inside and feeling no pain
  Waiting for a hammer and a big ball and chain
  They can tear it all down and build something new
  But only I remember what was here
  Tomorrow comes easy just another day gone
  How hong will I have to keep returning
  Now I look back think I've known all the time
  I've been finding myself for so long
  All the vows that we made
  Count for old bags of lumber
  Disappear on the cart down the road