We're captive on the carousel of time, we can't return we can only look behind.
I never loved a man as far as I could pitch my shoe.
Do you see how you hurt me, baby? So I hurt you too. Then we both get so blue. I am on a lonely road and I am traveling, looking for the key to set me free.
Some turn to Jesus and some turn to heroin.
We'll laugh and toast to nothing, and smash our empty glasses down.
Musically, I don't think I'd ever dry up. I trust my musical invention.