Ron Wood/Rod Stewart/Ronnie Lane)



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