Oh, where does it fall? That big grey line Between what's wrong Between what's right I threw my friends to the dogs, and I know that I treated you unkind And my head's to the wall 'cause I'm sick but I try to act fine But I'm sure I'll come home again And I'll know your face my friend Oh, daybreak has broke And I wake up slow These days drag by, and my eyes are tired from seeing through the smoke I swear the sun doesn't shine; I've mistaken my grace for a smile And my head's to the wall, since I've left I've been a wreck and a child But I'm sure I'll come home again And I'll know your face my friend Oh, the sun shines new (you?) And I know it's coming through (?)I'm a man with a bull in my pen and I'm starting to finally see a new you (? No clue.) So where should I stand; if my head's in a cloud it should rain 'Cause I'm told feeling nothing is (?) what's often dealing with pain (?) But I'm sure I'll come home again And I'll know your face my friend But I'm sure I'll come home again And I'll know your face my friend Oh, where does it fall? That big grey line Between what's wrong Between what's right I don't know, but I'm sure I'll come home again And you'll know my face my friend