Sitting here wasted and wounded This old piano
Trying hard to capture the moment This morning I don't know
'Cause a bottle of vodka is still lodged in my head And some blond gave me nightmares
Think she's still in my bed As I dream about movies they won't make of me when I'm dead
With an ironclad fist I wake up, and French kiss the morning
While some marching band keeps its own beat In my head while we're talking
About all of the things, that I long 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
For tonight I sleep on a bed of nails
Oh, I want to be Just as close as
The Holy Ghost is And lay you down On a bed of roses
Well, I'm so far away Each step that I take is on my way home
A King's ransom in dimes Given each night to see through this payphone
Still I 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 close my eyes, whisper Baby, blind love is true
Well, this hotel bar hangover Whiskey's gone dry, the barkeeper's wig's crooked
And she's giving me the eye I might have said yeah
But I laughed so hard I think I died, uh yeah!...
Now as you close your eyes Know I'll be thinking about you
While my mistress she calls me To stand in her spotlight again
Tonight, I won't be alone But you know that don't mean I'm not lonely
I've got nothing to prove for it's you That I'd die to defend