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 goin', 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

She won't come in I gotta live alone

Back in the evening with the darn poor fool out

I got on mind just this gal, just this gal