I went down to meet my maker   And the water tastes salty   Whats on my lips,    The letter you sent me      I found a good friend   But let her go to easily   And whats on my mind,    The last time you kissed me      It was a foam splint-shackle   And twenty hours on a train   Six years and I wonder   If you were worth the pain      I'm wasting away wondering   If I'll always love you only   And what's holding my heart   Is the way you used to hold me      It was a foam splint-shackle   And twenty hours on a train   Six years and I wonder   If you were worth the pain      I went down to meet my maker   And the water tastes salty   Whats on my lips,    The letter you sent me      I found a good friend   But let her go to easily   And whats on my mind,    The last time you kissed me      I'm wasting away wondering   If I'll always love you only   And what's holding my heart   Is the way you used to hold me      What's on my lips,    The letter you sent me   And what's on my mind,    The last time you kissed me