It's four in the mornin'
and you're lyin' in bed
And songs you can't whistle
are still stuck in your head
And it's six in the morning here
and I'm twelve hours from you
I'm six hours full of lies
and six hours from the truth
About songs that weren't
finished in time
And words that weren't written to rhyme
And if I could stop shaking,
I might get out of bed
And if I could stop listening
to all the words in my head
About you reading poetry
with a voice that's so weak
Now I kept on singing,
though I could hardly speak
About songs that weren't finished in time
And words that weren't
written to rhyme
So pick me up and turn me round
and let me down
Let me know and I'll be back
A big voice inside your crown
says I'll be back
Yeah, yeah, I'll be back
And all the elements of style
And all the elements of grace
But no evidence of cheatin'
And we're on your face
But it can't tame the hunger
and you can't quench the thirst
The last old line,
you don't know which came first
Songs that weren't finished in time
Words that weren't written to rhyme
So pick me up and let me down
and turn me around
Let me know and I'll be back
The little voice inside me cries
and says I'll be back
Yeah, I'll be back
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