Is there something I was gonna tell you?. Is there something I was gonna say?. If I had it, I guess, I forgot it.. It's gone, it's all slipped away.. .
I'm gonna have a good cry over nothing but a handful of cigarettes.. I'm gonna leave the windows open when I feel like getting dressed.. I'm gonna think hard about leaving, see if the afternoon can tell..
I hear you coming up the driveway,. I tie a ribbon in my hair.. Well, look who's come to see me.. Funny, you always end up here.. . [Chorus]. But it's still pretending..
I got a postcard with an old address,. A picture of Houston in a creased-up mess,. Just to remind me that it all went wrong,. Just to beat me up, just to turn me on..
Everything is gray.. Gray is a cold steel train.. Weatherman is saying,. Six more days of rain.. . Goodbye and good morning,. It all comes without warning..
The song I love the best's the one my father taught to me,. The kindness of a stranger is dust from an unseen wing,. But an old friend at my table is by far the finest thing.
Three legged dog, remember when you brought him home.. He was talking to himself cause he'd always been alone.. April is a fine time, just thought you'd be around in June..
Before a word is spoken,. Everything is broken,. Even what your hid inside.. The world has let you down, wrung shame out of your pride.. . But even as you falter,.
Is there something I was gonna tell you?. Is there something I was gonna say?. If I had it, I guess, I forgot it.. It's gone, it's all slipped away.. .
I'm gonna have a good cry over nothin'. But a handful of cigarettes. I'm gonna leave the windows open. When I feel like gettin' dressed. I'm gonna think hard about leavin'.
I got a postcard with an old address,. A picture of Houston in a creased-up mess,. Just to remind me that it all went wrong,. Just to beat me up, just to turn me on..
I hear you coming up the driveway. I tie a ribbon in my hair. Well, look who's come to see me. Funny, you always end up here. . But it's still pretending.
The song I love the bests the one my father taught to me,. The kindness of a stranger is dust from an unseen wing,. But an old friend at my table is by far the finest thing.
Before a word is spoken,. Everything is broken,. Even what your hid inside.. The world has let you down, wrung shame out of your pride.. . But even as you falter,.