I'll make my own mistakes Even though I never learn I'm running from myself If only you could see behind my eyes Gather round my friends I need a match and only one match I think it's time I make my own way I'm turning my back on this city and I'm not

Come gather 'round, friends And I'll tell you a tale Of when the red iron ore pits ran plenty But the cardboard filled windows And old men on the benches Tell you now that the whole town is empty In the north end of town My own children are grown But I

I know you'll never let me down Hey hey hey hey When darkness gather 'round me And friends forsaken me Baby, I'm so glad you're here Baby, I've got something to say, my dear I'm just so glad you're mine