You’re not on the right side tonight,
and you know that the bed is bigger without you
The bed linen is keeping your scent,
and the things in the room are laughing at me
Like standing guard, I’m protecting the night from the awake
I’m just one of the “prodigal sons”
I find the right words only when it’s already too late
I figure out the answer when I’m left alone
You’re not on the right side tonight,
and you know that the bed is bigger without you
Like standing guard, I’m protecting the night from the awake
I’m just one of the “prodigal sons”
I find the right words only when it’s already too late
I figure out the answer when I’m left alone
And what now, after all that, the same question,
should I expect to roam again
Like standing guard…