Six Years

I went down to meet my maker
And the water tastes salty
Whats on my lips,
The letter you sent me

I found a good friend
But let her go to easily
And whats on my mind,
The last time you kissed me

It was a foam splint-shackle
And twenty hours on a train
Six years and I wonder
If you were worth the pain

I'm wasting away wondering
If I'll always love you only
And what's holding my heart
Is the way you used to hold me

It was a foam splint-shackle
And twenty hours on a train
Six years and I wonder
If you were worth the pain

I went down to meet my maker
And the water tastes salty
Whats on my lips,
The letter you sent me

I found a good friend
But let her go to easily
And whats on my mind,
The last time you kissed me

I'm wasting away wondering
If I'll always love you only
And what's holding my heart
Is the way you used to hold me

What's on my lips,
The letter you sent me
And what's on my mind,
The last time you kissed me