Texty: Paul McCartney. My Brave Face.

My brave, my brave, my brave face

I've been living in style
Unaccustomed as I am to the luxury life
I've been hitting the town and it didn't hit back

I've been doing the rounds
Unaccustomed as I am to the time on my hands
Now I don't have to tell anybody when I'm gonna get back

Ever since you went away I've had
This sentimental inclination not to change a single thing
As I pull the sheet back on the bed
I wanna go bury my head in your pillow

Now that I'm alone again
I can't stop breaking down again
The simplest things set me off again
Take me to that place

Where I can't find my brave face
Where I can't find my brave face
My brave, my brave, my brave face

My brave face

I've been living a lie, unaccustomed as I am
To the work of a housewife, I've been breaking up
Dirty dishes and been throwing them away

Ever since you left I have been trying to compose a
'Baby, will you please come home?' Note meant for you
As I clear away another untouched TV dinner
From the table I laid for two

Now that I'm alone again
I can't stop breaking down again
The simplest things set me off again
Take me to that place

Where I can't find my brave face
Where I can't find my brave face
My brave, my brave, my brave face

My brave face