Instead of feelin' bad, be glad you've got somewhere to go Instead of feelin' sad, be happy you're not all alone Instead of feelin' low, get high on
I put on my gloves tonight, pull onto the road to San Berdu They remind me of hustlers, confidence men, and you My hands are warm beneath them, and easy
Can I buy you something, can I stroke your hair, Can I hold your hand and take you somewhere? You're a young nobody, you're a perfect soul, You're an
Stop all this talk, turn off the telephone Open up another bottle, send those people home Let it get real quiet, turn that lamp way down low I'm gonna
Wide awake Breath taken I'm shaken by my sight Couldn't sleep Couldn't keep Quiet secrets on the wind I hear There's somethin' grand coming Cool lumming
You can't do me, you can't do me, you can't do me the way you did before ? You can't do me, you can't do me, you can't do me the way you did before ? '
A quiet room is what you get, an empty glass, an unmade bed, A picture window with a view, and all I think about is you To feel so bad, to feel so good
about good and evil You can't tell which is which Well, if the rest is lost and history Or maybe wasted on a fool like me And that these bare bones
about good and evil You can't tell which is which Well, if the rest is lost and history Or maybe wasted on a fool like me And that these bare bones Would