Well I sometimes think
my luck should change
Cause I stand up here on stage
Boot-heels tapping the rhythm of the
sad and the sweet love songs I play
I sometimes wish my heart could ring
clearer than the guitar string
Cause I'm not coming through
Cause I know when I go
I'll be going home alone again
And I feel like a jukebox
with the record scratched
Singing' th', singing' th'
singing' the same damn lines
Won't someone take me home
Won't someone hold me warm
Won't someone lie to me
And whisper tonight they're mine
Well I always watch the lovely faces
planted like seeds in the dark
And wonder which one will grow
a flower of love to place in my heart
But I always catch the wilting of smiles
the fading of interested eyes
As soon as I'm done
with all of my songs
and they turn the house-lights up bright
Well I try to figure the reason
why I get silence for a lullaby
Hands of the deepest darkness
to hold me and rock me into the night
I try to whistle and believe
a change comes like a wave
to sweep me away
But the tide ebbs faster
than the speed of sound
and the moon begins to flicker and fade
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