While she sleeps her days of younger confidences slip right under,
bridges she has crossed, a time before when she had tossed,
her bed out on the doorstep, then on the floor she lay and wept,
for secrets she had sold, then she got tired and she got old...

And she says "don't believe what you have heard,
don't believe, it may be true,
and you can't get what you deserve,
when it's standing right in front of you...
and you can take the St John's Wort,
but there's not a lot you're gonna do..."
She ain't going home again,
no way going home again...and she says:

"How my light shines, when the room is dark and the night is still,
you could be mine, you ain't leaving now, but I know you will,
and, boy, who made a man out of you?"

While he talks he's interrupting, he doesn't listen and waits for something,
something that is gone: the chance to say what's going on.
And way back then he used to love her, but now the pain and regrets cover,
anything that was, and everything that living does...

And he says, "don't believe what you have heard,
don't believe, it may be true..."
and you can't get what you deserve,
when it falls in front of you, (even when it's there in front of you)
and you can take the St John's Wort,
but there's not a lot, you're gonna do..."
He ain't going home again,
no way going home again, and he says:

"How my light shines, when the room is dark and the night is still,
you could be mine, you ain't leaving now, but I know you will,
and girl, you made a man outta me..."