My brave facepaul mccartney(mccartney/mac manus)my brave, my brave, my brave facei've been living in style,unaccustomed as i amto the luxury life,i've been hitting the townand it didn't hit back.i've been doing the roundsunaccustomed as i amto the time on my hands,now i don't have to tell anybodywhen i'm going to get back.ever since you went awayi've had this sentimental inclinationnot to change a single thingas i pull the sheet back on the bed,i want to go bury my headin your pillow.now that i'm alone againi can't stop breaking down againthe simplest things set me off againand take me to that placewhere 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 lieunaccustomed as i amto the work of a housewife,i've been breaking updirty dishes and throwing them away.ever since you left i have been trying tocompose a 'baby will you please come home' notemeant for you.as i clear away another untouched t.v. dinnerfrom the table i laid for two.now that i'm alone againi can't stop breaking down againthe simplest things set me off againand take me to that placewhere 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.