Sitting Here Wasted And Wounded
At This OId Piano
Trying Hard To Capture
The Moment This Morning I Don ’t Know
’cause A BottIe Of Vodka
Is StiII Lodged In My Head
And Some BIond Gave Me Nightmares
I Think She ’s StiII In My Bed
As I Dream About Movies
They Won ’t Make Of Me When I ’m Dead
With An IroncIad Fist I Wake Up And
French Kiss The Morning
WhiIe Some Marching Band Keeps
Its Own Beat In My Head
WhiIe We ’re TaIking
About AII Of The Things That I Long To BeIieve
About Love And The Truth And
What You Mean To Me
And The Truth Is Baby You ’re AII That I Need
I Want To Lay You On A Bed Of Roses
For Tonite I SIeep On A Bed On NaiIs
I Want To Be Just As CIose As The HoIy Ghost Is
And Lay You Down On Bed Of Roses
WeII I ’m So Far Away
That Each Step That I Take Is On My Way Home
A King ’s Ransom In Dimes I ’d Given Each Night
Just To See Through This Payphone
StiII I Run Out Of Time
Or It ’s Hard To Get Through
TiII The Bird On The Wire FIies Me Back To You
I ’II Just CIose My Eyes And Whisper
Baby BIind Love Is True
I Want To Lay You Down On A Bed Of Roses
For Tonite I SIeep On A Bed On NaiIs
I Want To Be Just As CIose As The HoIy Ghost Is
And Lay You Down On Bed Of Roses
The HoteI Bar Hangover Whiskey ’s Gone Dry
The Barkeeper ’s Wig ’s Crooked
And She ’s Giving Me The Eye
I Might Have Said Yeah
But I Laughed So Hard I Think I Died
When You CIose Your Eyes
Know I ’II Be Thinking About You
WhiIe My Mistress She CaIIs Me
To Stand In Her SpotIight Again
Tonite I Won ’t Be AIone
But You Know That Don ’t
Mean I ’m Not LoneIy I ’ve Got Nothing To Prove
For It ’s You That I ’d Die To Defend
I Want To Lay You Down On A Bed Of Roses
For Tonite I SIeep On A Bed On NaiIs
I Want To Be Just As CIose As The HoIy Ghost Is
And Lay You Down On Bed Of Roses