Well, it rained like hell
In the city last night
And the leaves fell down today
My head is a radio station that won't take off
I am standing on the corner
Trying to do my very best Keith Richards
Who's doing his best Nick Drake
Doing his very best impression of me
Play guitar, stop singing along
There's a hole in my head
Where the pictures of you have gone
And, try as I might,
I cannot shake the feeling
That my life is a joke gone wrong
Play guitar, stop singing along

There's a mighty fine line
Between a love affair and a car crash
There's a great divide
Between you and I these days
And I wouldn't set foot
In Toledo again if you paid me
Bang my head against the wall
Trying to find your earthly remains
Play guitar, stop singing along
There's a hole in my head
Where the pictures of you have gone
And, try as I might,
I cannot shake the feeling
That my life is a joke gone wrong
Play guitar, stop singing along

There's a streetlight, there's a firefight, there's a bottle in every hand
There's a message on the window, there's a line drawn in the sand
And I am begging you, I am begging you, "Baby, please don't leave your man"
And I am holding my breath 'til my heart starts beating again
I can see my breath on this February New Jersey morning
I can hear the bagpipes ringing in the Ides of March
I can see you shaking your head without moving a muscle
I can hear your voice but I can't remember your name
Play guitar, stop singing along
There's a hole in my head
Where the pictures of you have gone
And, try as I might,
I cannot shake the feeling
That my life is a joke gone wrong
Play guitar, stop singing along


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