Heart of a Slave

I went Sunday driving through our old town to see the change
They won’t take my memories no matter how they rearrange
We always felt so innocent with our promises and doubts
In the company of strangers we were all but straightened out
Say won’t you say how to make things right
I’ve got the heart of a slave and I just can’t fight
Say won’t you say how to make things right
I’ve got the heart of a slave and I just can’t fight
The problem with our story is that it’s told after the fact
By the time we reach the end we’re living in the past
The home runs and the strikeouts run together on the page
Even play-by-play descriptions always seem delayed
Say won’t you say how to make things right
I’ve got the heart of a slave and I just can’t fight
Say won’t you say how to make things right
I’ve got the heart of a slave and I just can’t fight
I can feel your eyes they focus on my every flaw
A life of imperfection’s got me tied up in its jaws
So if you see I’m buried tell my friends you heard my shouts
I know that your love’s the only way to get me out
Say won’t you say how to make things right
I’ve got the heart of a slave and I just can’t fight
Say won’t you say how to make things right
I’ve got the heart of a slave and I just can’t fight