As I stumble out the door to meet the daylight,
I catch the reflection of the man who wonders why.
Then I move on down the road on my mind,
a heavy load without a care,
arrived no fair promised land.
The clock strikes nine and I'm still
losing time with heartaches on my mind.
And there's a million things you'd rather
do than have me spend my time on you.
I know you dread to waste another precious day with me.
And I guess I'll get along
the best that I can.
Your pillow is still cold,
but it's morning.
I guess you had
to pull the late shift again.
As I'm reaching for my robe,
my mind wanders
without a care,
arrived no fair promised land.
The
clock strikes 10 and I've lost again with heartaches on my mind.
And there's a million things you'd rather
do than have me spend my time on you.
And another day has ticked away,
losing track of time.
And
I guess I'll get along the best that I can.
The clock strikes three,
it took a part of me,
but left
heartaches on my mind.
And there's a million things you'd rather
do than have me waste my time on you.
And I know you dread to spend another precious day with me.
And I guess I'll get along the best that I can.
If I was a low town gambling man,
I'd know it's time to show my hand.
Because a two
and an eight won't make a straight.
I've been bluffing all my life,
and I can't make it right.
Without a care,
arrived no fair,
the promised land.
The clock strikes five,
and I'm still alive.
Heartaches on my mind.
And there's nothing that you'd rather
me do than spend my time on you.
And I know you dread to waste another precious day with me.
And I guess I'll get along the best that I can.