Empty pages before my eyes, do not deny or criticize
Empty bedrooms where I paid my dues
Watching the ceiling instead of you
Can you tell me where youre goin
I dont run around to hear my song
Ive got some songs that Id love to sing
Always brings down some other thing
Where can I go? My hands are broken
It seems like your love is just a token
So wont you stay with me? Oh, stay with me
Up in the morning, out the door
Doing some business that I never know
Come back in the morning with your mouth all poked out
You know I got a mind to put you out
Thank you