The Muse

As I sit on the edge
Of this never made bed
Old guitar in my lap
A new tune in my head
There she stands in the doorway
Just brushing her hair
It's my beautiful muse
In her underwear
And if I was thinking
I was thinking thank God
Whoever you are
For the muse and this old guitar
It's times like these
So sweet and so true
Thinking's the last thing you want to do
As I sit on the edge
Of this dirty old bar
Tryin' to work some things out
But not gettin' too far
And to drown all the voices that are keeping me down
There's a muse all alone
On the other side of town
And if I was thinkin'
I was thinkin' thank God
Whoever you are
For all the whiskey in this dirty old bar
It's times like these so sad but so true
Thinking's the last thing you want to do
Yeah thinking's the last thing you want to do
As I sit on the bed
In this hospital room
Just sheddin' a tear
For the bride and groom
And the tiniest voice
Starts to bellow and cry
It's my finest work yet
If today I should die
And if I was thinkin'
I'd be thinkin' thank God
For the muse and the miracle
Right here in my arms
Times like these so sweet and so true
Thinkin's the last thing that you outta do
Yeah thinkin's the last thing that you outta do
Yeah thinkin's the last thing that you outta do