Baby, trust me
Your television is empty
I try to tell you babe but you can't see
Turned on, headstrong
It's hurting now but it won't be long
I've got a habit of moving on
It gets so lonesome, you don't know
It's such a lonely way to go
I'm going on down the mountain on my two feet
And I'm going slow
I'm going on down the mountain on my two feet
And I'm going slow
Right there, upstairs
Undressed and unprepared
For the moment baby you don't care
You're so fine, so fine
For the moment baby you were mine
I ain't saying it was by design
It gets so lonesome, you don't know
It's such a lonely way to go
I'm going on down the mountain on my two feet
And I'm going slow
I'm going on down the mountain on my two feet
And I'm going slow
Sometimes you're seventeen
Sometimes you're sixty-five
Sometimes you're giving it your best try and nothing's right, no, nothing's right
You get a second chance
It's with you every day
You know it's always been that way
You make it stay, you make it stay
I bet you said
"What have I done to deserve this mess?"
That's as easy as a question gets
Well you should've said yes
But you couldn't care less, oh
It gets so lonesome, you don't know
It's such a lonely way to go
I'm going on down the mountain on my two feet
And I'm going slow
I'm going on down the mountain on my two feet
And I'm going slow
I'm going on down the mountain on my two feet
And I'm going slow