Sitting here wasted and wounded with this old piano.

Trying hard to capture the moment, this morning I don't know.

'Cause a bottle of vodka still lies in my head and some blonde

Gave me nightmares, I think that she's still in my bed.

As I think about movies they won't make of me when I'm dead.

With an iron-clad fist I wake up to french-kiss the morning.

While a marching band keeps it's own beat in my head while we're t alking

About all of the things I longed to believe, about love, the truth,

What you mean to me and the truth is... Baby you're all that I need.

I wanna lay you down in a bed of roses. Tonight I sleep on a bed of nails.

I wanna be just as close as the Holy Ghost is. Lay you down, on a bed of roses.

I'm so f ar away, each step that I take's on my way h ome.

A king's ransom in dimes I'd give each night to see through this p ayphone.

But I'd run out of time or it's hard to get through till the bird on the wire

Flies me back to you. I'll just clos e my eyes. And whisper "baby blind love is t rue".

The hotel bars hangover whiskey's gone dry. The bar tender's wig's crooked, she's giving me the eye.

I might've said yes, but I laughed so hard I think I died.

Now as y ou close your eyes you know I'll be thinking about you.

My mistr ess she calls me to stand in her spotlight aga in.

I won't be alone, you know that don't mean I'm not lonel y.

I've got nothing to p rove, for its you I'd die to de fend.