For Love

Maybe he's been trying too hard To cover all his nasty scars And maybe all the broken heats Ain't so broken after all So let's not Construe The things We, do For love By the docks the whistle blows The man in yellow packs his clothes And if he's got a wife at home The burden he carries only heaven knows So let's not Construe The things We, do For love Forget the things that he can say When heavy thoughts get in the way He'll close his eyes After the battles that he's won When he's fought hard till he lays numb Just take him home, tonight So let's not Construe The things We, do For love