(ronnie lane, ron wood, rod stewart)

Its hard to believe that this is the place
Where we were so happy all our lives.
Now so empty inside and feelin no pain.
Waitin for a hammer and a big ball and chain.

They can tear it all down and build something new,
Then only Ill remember what was here.
Tomorrow comes easy, just another day gone
How hong will I have to keep returning?

Now I look back, think Ive known all the time,
Ive been fightin myself for so long.
All the vows that we made, gone for old rags and lumber
Disappear on a cart down the road