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 youre goin, cant hold on to hear my song
Ive got some songs Id 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 wont you stay with me?
Up in the morning and out the door
She wont 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