text: Theyre picking up pieces of me
  While theyre picking up pieces of you
  In a bag you will be, before the day is over
  Were you looking for somewhere to be?
  Or looking for someone to do?
  Stupid me, to believe that I could trust in stupid you
  And on the back of my hand
  Were, directions I could understand
  Now that old buzzard Johnnie Walker
  Has gone and ruined all our plans
  Our best made plans
  Dont leave me here, to pass through time
  Without a map or road sign
  Dont leave me here, my guiding light
  Cause I, I wouldnt know where to begin
  I asked the kings of medicine
  Theyre picking up pieces of me
  While theyre picking up pieces of you
  Lying on ice you will be before the day is over
  Its a case in point baby
  That you never thought it through
  Stupid me, to believe I could depend on stupid you
  And on the tip of my tongue
  Were, words that always came out wrong
  Cause they were drowned in Southern Comfort
  Left to dry out in the sun
  The noon-day sun
  Dont leave me here, to pass through time
  Without a map, or road sign
  Dont leave me here, my guiding light
  Cause I, I wouldnt know where to begin
  I asked the kings of medicine
  But it seems theyve lost their powers
  Now all Im left with is the hours
  Dont leave me here, to pass through time
  Without a map, or road sign
  Dont leave me here, my guiding light
  Cause I, I wouldnt know where to begin
  I asked the kings of medicine
  But it seems theyve lost their powers
  Now all Im left with is the hours
  Dont leave me here
  Dont leave me here, oh no-oh
  I wouldnt know where to begin