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.