There's antiques on the mantle. Hank Williams in the air. Bourbon on the counter. And you've cut off all your hair. . The daisies on the hillside. Watch the sun goin' down.
You are my poison ivy. You are my disease. You are what I must walk through. To get to what I need. . You are my vaccination. You're my Cheshire cat. You are my situation.
Don't know what it is you want from me, babe. Don't know what song it is I'm supposed to play. But even though I'm singing out of key, babe. I mean every single word I say.
You have reached a number and a name. But I am gone and won't be back again. If you wish to leave a word or two. Here it is. . You know what to do. Speak your mind, save yourself some time.