B Sitting here wasted and wounded at this old F piano 

Trying B hard to capture the moment this morning IF don`t know 

`Cause aAmi bottle of vodka stillB lodged in my head 

And some F blond gave me nightmares I think she`s still in my B bed 

As I dream about movies they C won`t make of me when I`m F dead 

With an B ironclad fist I wake up and French kiss theF morning 

While some B marching band keeps it`s own beat in my head while we`reF talking 

AboutAmi all of the things that IB long to believe 

AboutF love and the truth and what you mean to me 

And the B truth is C baby you`re all that F I need 

I want to Dmi lay you C in aB bed ofF roses 

ForDmi tonight I C sleep on aB bed onF nails 

I want toB be just as F close as theB HolzF Ghost is 

AndDmi layC youB down on bed ofF roses 

Well I`mB so far away that each step that I take is on myF way home 

A king`sB ransom in dimes I`d give each night to see through thisF pay phone 

Still IAmi run out time or it`sB hard to get through 

Till the F bird on the wire flies me back to you 

B I`ll just close my eyes and whisperC "baby blind love isF true" 





®: ThisB hotel bar hangoverC whiskey`s gone dry 

The barF keeper`s wig`s crooked and she`s giving me the eye 

IB might have said yeah but I laughed so hardC I thing IF died 



Now asB you close your eyes know I`ll be thinkingF about you 

While myB mistress she call me to stand in her spotlightF again 

Tonight IB won`t be alone but you know that don`t mean I`m notF lonely 

I`ve gotB nothing to prove for it`s youC that I`d die toF defend