Killing Time - The Tragically Hip

I need your confidence

Need to know you’re mine

When it gets right down

To the killing time

I know your heart is bad

But it’s all I’ve ever had

We can live you lives

On this righteous crime.

I got kicked when I was down

And a sailor took my girl to town

Then she licked my wounds

With the sea dog’s salt

I drank a half a bottle of Jack

Swore I’d never take you back

By the bottle’s end

I was on that phone.

What you call compromise

I don’t understand

What call compromise

I don’t understand.

How do you walk away?

How do you walk away?

How do you walk away?

From a woman

That gone and done you wrong?