(Ronnie Lane, Ron Wood, Rod Stewart)
It`s hard to believe that this is the place
Where we were so happy all our lives.
Now so empty inside and feelin` no pain.
Waitin` for a hammer and a big ball and chain.
They can tear it all down and build something new,
Then only I`ll remember what was here.
Tomorrow comes easy, just another day gone
How hong will I have to keep returning?
Now I look back, think I`ve known all the time,
I`ve been fightin` myself for so long.
All the vows that we made, gone for old rags and lumber
Disappear on a cart down the road