it's true that i used to be crazy
and harder to love than most men
and the blood that ran in these tired hands
was harder and wilder back then
and i don't feel as tall as i used to
maybe it's just that i've grown
you're the one that held my hand when i fell
if i just couldn't make it alone

we've lived out all the stories
sang all the old songs
it takes one to know me
i guess you're the one

listen