A Ballad

When comes the day when I am afraid to hold your hand? Cause I know that then you'll be ready for bed And when comes the night when I'm out of time to be your bliss? You'll be sick of it and gone by sunrise I guess that I'm a stupid man to think that there's a subtle plan Hidden in those messages you send when I'm most desolate When comes the month when my feet are just to stuck to the bedroom floor I could ask for more but then you're finished up When comes the day when you change your ways don't think of then Let's both pretend that our woes will never come And I guess that I'm a simple freak to think the world is ending Or that you just might love me so feeble and so funny I guess that I'm a stupid man to hold on to promises Written in those messages you send when I've lost everything