I haven't left here yet but I'm trying. I'm still tied to the bed, can you come here?. When you come, could you please bring a knife. And cut me down?.
You left your door wide open. Couldn't help but walk in. It's the last place I should be. But I'm dying to see you. . Have I held out for something. That is never going to happen?.
The old Nashville cowboy was burdened with time. He was bent by his years and the fight with the wine. With a head full of music and an old nursery rhyme.
I've been lettin' all my friends take my mind off all the troubles. They've all been glad to help me out for a while. But your memory steps in and I'm turnin' back the pages.