A Mess to Be Made

in a dream that I cant seem to shake she is, she is standing alone by the fence I see tears in her eyes. why she cries I just dont know what a mess that I make of my days then theres you, your a mess to be made and the dream starts to fade away so youre leaving for months at a time I help you out the door but once your gone I just stare out the window Please could you please come back home What a mess that I make of my days trying to save myself (save myself) then theres you your a mess to be made a canvas only paint could change and a voice on the other end of the phone says why dont you write a song about it well here it goes I was raised on someting that youll never know id hate this place if it weren't for the waves if it werent fo r the fact that you love it where they measure a man on the money he spends well my love is not a bank statement what a mess that I make of my days trying to save myself (save myself) then theres you you're a mess to be made a mess to be made a mess to be made and the dream starts to fade away.