Lord, Lord. Can you heal me, oh I am in pain. And I don't have a woman left to blame, anymore. She left me this morning. So why does the wind go howling her name?.
I hang my head down on Hollywood. 'Cause either way you look down it's just stars. And I'm making my way down the Cherokee. To get drunk in a bar. And I know my friends, they worry about me.
There you go. Waving your arms like a girl. Suckin' down your cloves. Don't worry, nobody knows. Somebody order my round. 'Cause I'm getting by. With a twelve pack from 12th & Porter with Billy.
Do you even know what's going on in a heart anymore. Constellations turned into little Polaroids in a cardboard box. And I wanted so desperately to prove.