Some days when I'm far away. In a lonely room in a cold seclusion. Some nights when I'm wound so tight. There is no release, there is no solution. In hell there's a big hotel.
From a town known as Wheeling West Virginia. Rode a boy with a six-gun in his hand. And his daring life of crime. Made him a legend in his time. East and West of the Rio Grande.
Why can't I lay low. Why can't I say what I mean. Why don't I stay home. And get myself into some boring routine. . Why can't I calm down. Why is it always a fight.
Late at night. When it's dark and cold. I reach out. For someone to hold. When I'm blue. When I'm lonely. She comes through. She's the only one who can.