A Mess to Be Made

in a dream that I cant seem to shake she is,
 she is standing alone by the fence
 I see tears in her eyes. why she cries
 I just dont know what a mess that I make of my days
 then theres you, your a mess to be made
 and the dream starts to fade away
 so youre leaving for months at a time
 I help you out the door
 but once your gone
 I just stare out the window
 Please could you please come back home
 What a mess that I make of my days trying to save myself (save myself)
 then theres you your a mess to be made
 a canvas only paint could change
 and a voice on the other end of the phone says
 why dont you write a song about it well here it goes
 I was raised on someting that youll never know
 id hate this place if it weren't for the waves
 if it werent fo r the fact that you love it
 where they measure a man on the money
 he spends well my love is not a bank statement
 what a mess that I make of my days trying to save myself (save myself)
 then theres you you're a mess to be made
 a mess to be made
 a mess to be made
 and the dream starts to fade away.