Sitting here wasted and wounded at this old piano.
Trying hard to capture the moment this morning I don't know.
'Cause a bottle of vodka still lodged in my head.
And some blond gave me nightmares,
I think that 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 belive,
about love and the truth and what you mean to me.
And the truth is, baby, you're all that I need.
I want to lay you down on a bed of roses.
For tonite I sleep on a bed of nails.
I want to be just as close as the Holy Ghost it.
And lay you down on a bed of roses.
Well I'm so far away,
that each step that I take is on way home.
A king's ransom in dimes I'd give each night
just 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 and whisper, baby blind love is true.
CHORUS
The hotel bar hangover whiskey's gone dry.
The barkeeper's wig's crooked.
And she's giving me the eye.
I might have send yeah,
but I laughed so hard I think I died.
When you close your eyes know I'll be thinking about you.
While my mistress she calls me to stand in her spotlight again.
Tonite I won't be alone but you know that don't mean I'm lonely.
I've got nothing to prove.
For it's you that I'd die to defend.
