We've been down this road before a thousand times And still we'll pound this concrete into gravel And this gravel into dust I know something's got to give but you know it won't be me I don't think I care quite enough to fix this It's over now but the crying honey If I could take it all back (you know I would) I would make it all up (I wish I could) But I can't find the spark to build the fire It's been a year of only winter These grapes have all gone sour And left acid on the vine Am I bitter for the sorrow that I have caused? Or is it for the sorrow that is mine?