Redemption

I was walking home to my house through the snow from the station
 When the Springsteen came clear in my headphones with a pertinent question
 Oh is love really real and do any of hope for redemption?
 Or are we are merely biting our time down to the lonely conclusions?
 Darling let me take your hand as I talk you through this
 How loneliness edged into deep seated psychosis
 Lying awake in crowded hotel rooms focused on tape hiss,
 With my failings laid clear on the ceiling
 I don't think I can do this
 I don't think I can do this
 Well I tried so hard to not turn into my father
 But if I only ever skip out his choices will I ever choose better?
 Oh the sad truth is the grass it will always seem greener
 So I left you alone in a restaurant in London in winter
 You deserved better
 Adam Trask is on my back and in my ears
 Sound comes clear and brings the awful truth that I can't stand what I've done to you
 And it's written clear in my diary today should have been our anniversary
 But I'm far way and I'm far apart
 And you're back home with a broken heart
 And loves is real and I can escape
 I only ever have myself to blame
 These failures shift and save me in the night
 Like a fever I can't break, try as I might
 Wake me darling I need you to take me home
 But I know in the end redemption is mine and mine alone
 So if each of us is made of a tally of mistakes and successes
 Then that hour in the restaurant makes my score less than impressive
 But each can be redeemed with the courage by which he confesses
 So darling I miss you, your music and your musk and your kisses
 I don't think I can do this