With A Fistful Of Faith

I know I have a lot of friends 
But the one hand that could hold mine is just gone man 
I could sit here in the sofa 
Staring at the television 
But my eyes are blind and my ears are deaf 
Since the baby ran away man 

Oh dear, I don't want to see you standing there, oh dear! 
With a fist full of faith and eyes full of tears 

And I remember her face in the shadow of a baseball hat 
And I remember your arms wrapped around my neck 
If I could go back then I would trade 
Every stupid thing I said 
Just not to kiss that lovely mouth again...