Split End Hairs

Broken chairs, mean smoking hands

And split end hairs, mean a tired tired man

With all my eyes, my bloodshot deuce

It’s time to rumble and summon up the truth

CHORUS

Tell me if you love me and please don’t tell a lie

And if I know your word is true, you know that we will never die

you and I

Winding stairs, medieval lands

And running mares, chasing broken hands

With all my mind, my mushy brain

I need to find out and ascertain

CHORUS