(Ron Wood/Rod Stewart/Ronnie Lane). It's hard to believe that this is the place. Where we were so happy all our lives. Now so empty inside and feeling no pain. Waiting for a hammer and a big ball and chain. They can tear it all down and build something new. But only I remember what was here. Tomorrow comes easy just another day gone. How hong will I have to keep returning. Now I look back think I've known all the time. I've been finding myself for so long. All the vows that we made. Count for old bags of lumber. Disappear on the cart down the road.