thing baby, not just the broken parts. Because the rest ain't no good to me without my broken heart. Emily, please don't send me packing in this dilapidated state
and my evil wicked ways The roads I make us lost our way that guarantees and beds we make Our life goes on for better change the ground it crumbles cracks and shakes Underfoot the bugs and
If I drop names of exotic towns that you'll never dee, in the songs that I write, it's that that's sll I have when I miss my girl and you're taking yours
Keep her away from me Keep her away from me 'cause I'm not man enough to keep my hands where I can see them. I did the wrong brother, just like my mother
red wagon's got a broken wheel, so long.) If I never said I'm sorry it's not 'cause I'm not, it's just that some words are too big and too hard and they
I left a trail of Lucky Strikes on the way up to your room in case the sun went down, I'd find my way home. Now one and one half years have passed and
to be made here now. Last call, drink up, go home fools, blinded by liquor and fear of an old life with no love, no one to hold you and tell you this love was triumphant and
own heart and the right girl at the wrong time to make him do it. So if I am that guy and you're the girl and the time is now, then I'm as broke as any
Vladivostok bathing in the midnight sun (there's no relief, there's no protection). Atlantis up on my dry docks, and fish with guns (there's no relief
Broken records, buzzing flies, empty bottles. Graphic evidence of a war as it heals. Scratch the itch, pick the scab, don't let it seal. This is a martyr
wish that you could kiss me when you're old and you're alone. So cry if you want to. Yeah, you can come undone but you've gotta have a heart to have a broken
you safe from death Brother, oh brother what is the crime you done, did you consort with the devil via cocaine and a gun oh brother, oh brother no shame and