I lost you awhile ago, But still i don't know why
I can't say your name, Without a crow flying by
Gotta watch my back, Now that you turned me around
Got me walking backwards, Into my hometown
Throw me a rope, On the rolling tide
What did you want it to be? You said it's him or me
The way you made it, That's the way it will be
It was seven years on the burma shore, With gatling guns and paint
Working the lowlands door-to-door, Like a latter day saint
Then you turn me out, At the top of the stairs
You took all the glory That you just couldn't share
Throw me a rope, On the rolling tide
What did you want it to be? You said it's him or me
The way you made it, That's the way it will be
I never been so disabused, Never been so mad
I never been served anything, That tasted so bad
You might need a friend, Any day now, any day
Oh my brother, be careful, You are drifting away
Throw me a rope, On the rolling tide
What did you want it to be? You said it's him or me
The way you made it, That's the way it will be
The way you made it, That's the way it will be
The way you made it, That's the way it will be