Become sorry. Selfish to the bone. Took another hit. Hit the road headed for anywhere but home. I call from a motel telephone. I reach a name that sounds familiar; We climb the walls when she comes over. I have a story for you. Ain’t awful heroic and I ain’t no poet. It sure as hell ain’t nothing new. Sure is a downer A one-horse out-of-towner Hate to tell you it’s true. Luck too bad Might even have had her Is in half better than one? Time to time she wrote me Fewer and far between Us, undone……. She didn’t want much I continued rambling; She finally found a home. I browse through the bars I look at the lonely faces I don’t know who they are. I look in the mirror and wonder what it’s for. I should have seen inside your heart, honey But now you have locked the door.
