I go back to the gables
My days in Waycross stables
Now it's a mess
I'm dead I guess
Well the past is comin' on
Faded dreams are going strong
I'm back inside my yesterdays
When the sky was crystal blue
Sunshine lit the days with you
All coming clearer in the haze
On a Sunday morning there
We were kids without a care
Walking down Sewanee Drive
Down by that big oak tree
You gave yourself to me
I never have felt so alive
Back in the summer of '81
We were young and life was fun
Now I go back to the gables
To my days in Waycross stables
Now it's a mess
I'm dead I guess
On that day I found you there
It was more than I could bear
And nothing's ever been the same
I could never let you see
But something died inside of me
And days of desperation came
Back in the frost of '89
When I left it all behind
Now I go back to the gables
To my days in Waycross stables
Now it's a mess
I'm dead I guess
Round the world I rambled, gambling that I'd be
Fine if I could put some miles between those days and me
Now the future's been and gone
Still I'm here just hanging on
And looking back with hope to find
Traces of summer gone
Don't come easy Ringo's on
Back when I held your hand in mine
Here in the autumn of ought-two
I know just what I've got to do
So I go back to the gables
To my days in Waycross stables
When we were blessed
I'm dead I guess
I go back to the gables
To my days in Waycross stables
Now it's a mess
I'm dead I guess
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