Love Lives Here
ROD STEWART, RONALD LANE, RON WOOD
It's hard to believe
That this is the place
Where we were so happy all our lives
Now so empty inside
And feeling no pain
Waiting for a hammer, and a big ball and chain
They can tear it all down
And build something new
But only I remember what was here
Tomorrow comes easy
Just another day gone
How long will I have to keep returning?
Now, I look back
Think I've known all the time
I've been fighting myself for so long
All the vows that we made
Count for old bags of lumber
Disappear on the cart down the road
