So shut up heart! Pills and booze, maybe I can get some sleep. Johnny Garcia for all the great music through the years with Trisha my hero, all the laughs and for finally finishing a song with me. She left you feeling hurt and used, never knew how to tell the truth. Bradley Collins for the support, laughs, feedback, and always listening to my music.
And the songs she sang in the shower are stuck in my mind Like "Yesterday's Wine", like yesterday's wine And experience tells me that I'll never hear them again Without thinking of them.
Goodbye is my favorite word. I said there's two kinds of men in this world and you're neither of them And his fist I had an eighth of a second to wonder if he got the joke And in the car She asked if I had considered the prospect of living alone With a steak I had to summon the confidence needed to hear her goodbye And another brief chapter without any answers blew by And the songs that she sang in the shower Are stuck in my head Like "Bring Out Your Dead" "Breakfast In Bed" And experience robs me of hope That she'll make it back home So I'm stuck on my own I'm stuck on my own In a room Looks like I'm here with a guy that I judged worse than anyone else So I pace And I repeat the mantra's that might keep me clean for the day And the songs that she sang in the shower all ring in my ear Like "Wish You Were Here" How I wish you were here.
Got nothing to lose except his own soul, held up a finger and hit the road; trying to find a place where he belongs.
BMI for the Key West memories. Sometimes the words we use should just stay in our heads.
Where am I now? What else can I do?
Been there. My designer Jerry Holthouse for seeing my vision and always being patient.