Tired and spent   My soul is torn, means nothing the faith subsides   and here on this lonely walk the cold winter breeze   Sweeps the breath right out of me   Place my hands upon your face   Dont ever be afraid ...    cause I want to give you all that you gave   to show the mess you made.      I remember how I used to be -- and I liked it      Feels Like an overstayed welcome,    Feels Like one of us should leave,    Feels like that fingers been pointing straight to me.      Fine time to tell me like it is   Why dont you take the two-hour drive next time?   I cant help feeling guilty,    Turns My blue blood to red,    feels Like that fingers been pointing straight to me.      You have no shame. "....if thats what you want..."