ANOTHER FINE MESS
Words by David Morgan and Geraldine Stevens
Music by David Morgan
It's not the years, it's the mileage
Finally shakes you apart
You get tired of putting your face on
Tired of mending your heart
I thought I'd been through everything love could do
Felt I had nothing to fear
Hardened and wise, 'til I looked in your eyes
And everything else disappeared
CHORUS
Lord, I guess
This is another fine mess
I've gotten myself into
You'd think I'd be more
In control than before
Knowing the things that I do
I thought I'd be smart
In command of my heart
'Til I took a look at you
And this is more or less
Another fine mess
I've gotten myself into
It's not the days, it's the distance
The number of times that you fell
That gradually steals your resistance
To sitting at home by yourself
Living alone quite content on my own
Never imagining you
Could walk in one day and clear all that away
And make all my sweet dreams come true
CHORUS
It's not the start, it's the ending
Never comes out like you planned
Don't see no point in pretending
That someone, somewhere, understands
So I'm thinking of you and a love that came true
Only to leave me behind
Paying the cost; knowing what I've lost
Remembering when it was mine
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