Fare Thee Well Songtext

von Willard Grant Conspiracy

Come down hard.
Come down strong.
The strong words say,
Before too long
We'll find a way
To poison,
Our bed.
Draw me up.
Draw me down.
Take this medicine
In a broken cup.
I didn't think,
This bitter taste
Would linger on.

Fare thee well,
My delicate one
I'll make it up to you
In the morning sun
Fare thee well,
I want you to know
Wherever I roam,
I'll call you home

Yeah everyday,
Every way.
I hear folks say
That a man can change.
And I guess that I,
Always find
Something in the way.
But faith can heal
A lot of wounds.
And here at night,
In this reddened room
I look to the ceiling
And find a reason
To carry on.
Fare thee well,
My delicate one.
I'll make it up to you
In the morning sun.
Fare thee well
And I want you to know,
Wherever I roam
I call you home.
Wherever I roam,
I call you home.
Wherever I roam,
I call you home.
Wherever I roam,
I call you home.