Picking up the pieces of my life   I wonder why the hell I ever came here   A man without a future left to face   And nothing but a memory to embrace      Holding on to threads of sanity   Imagining the roads I could have taken   It fills me with a deepening sense of shame   And outside I can hear the pouring rain      There is a place   Where in my mind I escape   And there I understand the way I feel   And deep in this world of make-believe   I will spend my autumn years with you      Sitting in this grey and sunless world   I try to come to terms with guilty feelings   A man about to pay the final price   And nothing but his breath to sacrifice      There'll be a time   When I'll be gone from your mind   A fading ghost that soon will disappear   And deep in my would of endless pain   I must face my autumn years      I'm picking up the pieces, I'm picking up the pieces   I'm picking up the pieces, I'm picking up the pieces   Picking up the pieces of my life