Do What I Can

I still think 'bout the days, driving around, with nothing to do,
but find all the things we’d never found
You were so pretty and we were so young, windows rolled down, singing old songs
We’d come back to my room, the sun peaking in
You’d put on your clothes and say, «Babe, oh I think I, I think I might like
you.»
Listen to the shadows, hanging pictures, we were drifters
We’d get too close and then you’d drift away from the one thing,
hanging in the silence
Oh, our love was just too violent
And you’d start screaming with my head in your hands
I remember the time I said, «Babe, I can’t be your man
But I’ll do what I can.»
And I always knew your bite was bigger than your bark
I remember the nights I used to watch you sleep in the dark
I had a good heart