These Four Walls

Written By: Pat McGarvey

I’m confused, I couldn’t say

What I did, I did that day

It wasn’t me or was it me

Sentences start with a frown

Days get up they get me down

I can’t hold on

Oh God it’s wrong

Where I live in these four walls

Can’t you hear me call

To where you live

Oh don’t you cry each time we say goodbye

These four walls are streaked with pain

I’m tired but I want to live again

But a second chance is cheap romance

I’m so mixed up, your visit times

They’re good, they’re bad, kind and unkind

It’s close to hell, still not sublime

Where I live in these four walls

Can’t you hear me call

To where you live

Oh don’t you cry each time we say goodbye

Now months have passed since your last call

I don’t remember your voice at all

It’s not a fear – you left me here

Where I now live in these four walls

You can hear me call

To where you live

I wonder do you cry now that we’ve said goodbye

To where you live

I wonder do you cry now that we’ve said goodbye

© Pat McGarvey

Published by Coal Train Tunes/Bug Music Ltd.