Although you wasn't mine to keep
I ripped your dress from last night's sleep
You fell to bed, I woke you up now
All I've done will do you wrong
I drank the wine from years long gone,
But no one here is left to call
me friend.
There's judgment in these
bones I creak,
Against the pines about a week.
What I had was not at home,
Now the place is where I roam.
Keep me for the years long gone,
now there's no one left to call me friend.
I felt a burn inside my skin,
the open sky did pull me in.
I felt no joy inside my heart.
I'm not ashamed of who I am,
although I'm just a traveling man.
Now nobody's left to call me friend.
The blood I had was not my own.
It's full of death and empty song.
The bells did ring, but not for me,
I'm not ashamed of who I am
Although I'm just a traveling man,
got nobody left to call
me friend
I'm not ashamed of who I am,
although I'm just a traveling man,
I've got nobody left to call me friend
I've got nobody left to call me friend