I've been high, and i've been down
My head in the clouds and my hands in the ground
In the arms of a woman, I found my way home
In the arms of a woman, I had been lost
When I'm so lost that this losing feel like dying
I hope you'll be by me then
When I'm so lost that this losing feel like dying
I hope you'll be by me then
As a young man, I was afraid
Of my life, what would I make?
Cause I would make love, but what will I hate?
What bittersweet road will I choose to the grave?
And if I'm old 'til this oldness has me dying
I hope you'll be by me then
Oh 'cause if I'm old 'til this oldness has me dying
I hope you'll be by me then
I hope you'll be by me then
I'm sick of you, and I'm sick of me
I'm sick of war, and I'm sick of peace
I'm sick of sound like I'm sick of silence
I'll grow sick of the darkness 'til I'm sick of the light
Well I'm so sick that this sickness has me dying
I hope you'll be by me then
Oh, when I'm so sick that this sickness has me dying
I hope you'll be by me then
I hope you'll be by me then
Once, as a boy, I saw what happened
I saw them beat him down to the cold, cold ground
I watched them big boys beat that man down
I was too weak to make a stand
When I'm so weak that this weakness feels like dying
I hope you'll be by me then
When I'm so weak that this weakness feels like dying
I hope you'll be by me then
When I'm old 'til this oldness feels like dying
I hope you'll be by me then
So I will live as I see fit
There will be those who will not like it
But in the arms of a woman, I found my way home
So to the arms of a woman, I will go
And if I'm old 'til this oldness has me dying
I hope you'll be by me then