| Sitting here wasted and wounded | 
| At this old piano | 
| Trying hard to capture | 
| The moment this morning I don't know | 
| 'Cause a bottle of vodka | 
| Is still lodged in my head | 
| And some blonde gave me nightmares | 
| I think that she's still in my bed | 
| As I dream about movies | 
| They won't make of me when I'm dead | 
| With an ironclad fist I wake up and | 
| French kiss the morning | 
| While some marching band keeps | 
| Its own beat in my head | 
| While we're talking | 
| About all of the things that I long to believe | 
| About love and the truth and | 
| What you mean to me | 
| And the truth is baby you're all that I need | 
| I want to lay you down in a bed of roses | 
| For tonight I sleep on a bed of nails | 
| I want to be just as close as the Holy Ghost is | 
| And lay you down on a bed of roses | 
| Well I'm so far away | 
| That each step that I take is on my way home | 
| A king's ransom in dimes I'd given each night | 
| Just to see through this payphone | 
| Still I run out of time | 
| Or it's hard to get through | 
| Till the bird on the wire flies me back to you | 
| I'll just close my eyes and whisper, | 
| Baby blind love is true | 
| I want to lay you down in a bed of roses | 
| For tonight I sleep on a bed of nails | 
| I want to be just as close as the Holy Ghost is | 
| And lay you down on a bed of roses | 
| The hotel bar hangover whiskey's gone dry | 
| The barkeeper's wig's crooked | 
| And she's giving me the eye | 
| I might have said yeah | 
| But I laughed so hard I think I died | 
| Now as you close your eyes | 
| Know I'll be thinking about you | 
| While my mistress she calls me | 
| To stand in her spotlight again | 
| Tonight I won't be alone | 
| But you know that don't | 
| Mean I'm not lonely I've got nothing to prove | 
| For it's you that I'd die to defend | 
| I want to lay you down in a bed of roses | 
| For tonight I sleep on a bed of nails | 
| I want to be just as close as the Holy Ghost is | 
| And lay you down on a bed of roses |