Fare Thee Well - Willard Grant Conspiracy

Come down hard.

Come down strong.

The strong words say,

before too long

We’ll find a way

to poison,

our bed.

Draw me up.

Draw me down.

Take this medicine

In a broken cup.

I didn’t think,

this bitter taste

Would linger on.

Fare thee well,

My delicate one

I’ll make it up to you

In the morning sun

Fare thee well,

I want you to know

wherever I roam,

I’ll call you home

Yeah everyday,

Every way.

I hear folks say

that a man can change.

And I guess that I,

always find

something in the way.

But faith can heal

a lot of wounds.

And here at night,

In this reddened room

I look to the ceiling

and find a reason

to carry on.

Fare thee well,

my delicate one.

I’ll make it up to you

in the morning sun.

Fare thee well

and I want you to know,

wherever I roam

I call you home.

Wherever I roam,

I call you home.

Wherever I roam,

I call you home.

Wherever I roam,

I call you home.