Learn How To Fight

If it's time that you want,
If it's space that you need,
Then darling go find it, that's alright by me.
I'll be building a house that you may never see.
I'll be working my hands to the bone,
I'll be working my hands to the bone.
Just know that you have the respect you deserve,
As you cling to your courage and your efforts to serve.
The conviction you hold from the lessons you've learned
As you whispered that I'd be alright,
And that I needed to learn how to fight for you.
So whenever you come back from wherever you roam,
I'll be building a house, that just might be our home.
I'll be working my hands to the bone,
I'll be working my hands to the bone.
The most beautiful thing that I've ever seen,
Was the face of my lover as she turned to leave.
And she kissed me as if she was some sort of queen,
And I suddenly realized that she was.
And what a fool I have been with her love.
Somehow I think if I write enough songs,
I can win back the time, and the things I've done wrong.
And you'll hear one one day, and you'll admit you belong,
Here with me, in the house that I've made
Cause this bed's way too big for me anyways.
So whenever you come back from wherever you roam,
I'll be building a house, that just might be our home.
I'll be working my hands to the bone,
I'll be working my hands to the bone.
If you see her in ireland, with her hands way up high,
Know that she is a songbird, who's longing to fly.
And don't cage her unless you just want her to die
Darling, it's time to be free.
Thanks for making a man out of me.
So love if you come out to one of the shows,
And you hear me strumming this old song alone,
Just know that I saved you your old microphone.
And I've finally learned to fight.
And you can tell me that you are alright.
So whenever you come back from wherever you roam,
I'll be building a house, that just might be our home.
I'll be working my hands to the bone,
I'll be working my hands to the bone.
If you find a love that does what i could not do,
As you discover yourself while you toil through school
Cast your memory back to this old fool,
That is working his hands to the bone.
I'll be working my hands to the bone.
So whenever you come back from wherever you roam,
I'll be building a house, that just might be our home.
I'll be working my hands to the bone,
I'll be working my hands to the bone.