Redemption

I was walking home to my house through the snow from the station When the Springsteen came clear in my headphones with a pertinent question Oh is love really real and do any of hope for redemption? Or are we are merely biting our time down to the lonely conclusions? Darling let me take your hand as I talk you through this How loneliness edged into deep seated psychosis Lying awake in crowded hotel rooms focused on tape hiss, With my failings laid clear on the ceiling I don't think I can do this I don't think I can do this Well I tried so hard to not turn into my father But if I only ever skip out his choices will I ever choose better? Oh the sad truth is the grass it will always seem greener So I left you alone in a restaurant in London in winter You deserved better Adam Trask is on my back and in my ears Sound comes clear and brings the awful truth that I can't stand what I've done to you And it's written clear in my diary today should have been our anniversary But I'm far way and I'm far apart And you're back home with a broken heart And loves is real and I can escape I only ever have myself to blame These failures shift and save me in the night Like a fever I can't break, try as I might Wake me darling I need you to take me home But I know in the end redemption is mine and mine alone So if each of us is made of a tally of mistakes and successes Then that hour in the restaurant makes my score less than impressive But each can be redeemed with the courage by which he confesses So darling I miss you, your music and your musk and your kisses I don't think I can do this