I lie withing my darkened cell
reflecting on my acts
and how wildly they differ
from those things you call the facts
I did not, would not hurt my love
nor cover her face in blood
if you'd shared with us a moment
you'd know I never could
All I know is I came home
and found her lying there
the woman I loved lay dying
and I fell to my knees in despair
Yes we'd fought early that night
but the only thing raised was my voice
Yes I went to a bar and had a few beers
and I walked there and back by choice
I don't know what happened while I was out
or why nobody saw me go
or why folks at the bar don't remember me
maybe they were all watching the show
But when I cam home and saw her there
I fell to my knees right away
picked her up and held her tight
and sorry was all I could say
I was sorry that the last we spoke
were the words of a fight and not love
Not sorry that I'd done her some harm
or like OJ at losing his glove
But it seems that you made up your mind what I meant
because it was easy and simple and neat
just another frustrated husband you said
with a wife he thought he could beat
And thats all it took to sell them you side
don't bother looking too hard for the truth
But what happens when, he does it again
and someone else ends up next to my Ruth
And yet my time is to be served
my sentance handed down
and in this place I am to rot
in despair I am to drown
Aug 5, 2010
Aug 5, 2010 at 3:46 PM UTC
I lie withing my darkened cell
reflecting on my acts
and how wildly they differ
from those things you call the facts
I did not, would not hurt my love
nor cover her face in blood
if you'd shared with us a moment
you'd know I never could
All I know is I came home
and found her lying there
the woman I loved lay dying
and I fell to my knees in despair
Yes we'd fought early that night
but the only thing raised was my voice
Yes I went to a bar and had a few beers
and I walked there and back by choice
I don't know what happened while I was out
or why nobody saw me go
or why folks at the bar don't remember me
maybe they were all watching the show
But when I cam home and saw her there
I fell to my knees right away
picked her up and held her tight
and sorry was all I could say
I was sorry that the last we spoke
were the words of a fight and not love
Not sorry that I'd done her some harm
or like OJ at losing his glove
But it seems that you made up your mind what I meant
because it was easy and simple and neat
just another frustrated husband you said
with a wife he thought he could beat
And thats all it took to sell them you side
don't bother looking too hard for the truth
But what happens when, he does it again
and someone else ends up next to my Ruth
And yet my time is to be served
my sentance handed down
and in this place I am to rot
in despair I am to drown
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