Empty pages before my eyes you not deny or criticize
Empty bedrooms where I paid my dues
Watching the ceiling instead of you
Can you tell me where you're going
Can't hold on to hear my song
I've got some songs I'd love to sing
Always bring down some other thing
Where can I go my hands are broken
It seems like your love is just a token
Why won't you stay with me

Up in the morning and out the door
Going some pices not never go
Go back in the morning the darn poor fool now
You not got on mind the pore the out

Thank you

歌手独白