The Underhill Family Orchestra a lamentation of oarsman leon whittle

so long we'll see ya christmas time,
and i swear i won't forget to call you or to write
but i'll leave my address by the phone
tell my old man it's not his fault
i'll throw forgiveness like a stone
my arms are tired and my hands are going numb
i'm humming tunes she's singing songs
if i knew the words i'd sing along
i can't complain and say,
i left before we made our peace
it's so mundane the way
we break our hearts at every beat
i keep it all up in my head
still i think moving on is left for better men
it's like a candle in the dark
hold on to photographs to tell you their not gone
i wrote a letter and it said
i think it's better that i stay down here instead
tell her i loved her all the same
but this heavy drinking keeps the liquor in my veins
i can't complain and say,
i left before we made our peace
it's so mundane the way
we break our hearts at every beat