When they dressed me and they put me on the plane to Memphis, well, I never got to see Elvis I just sweated it out in a hotel room, but I think the king would have understood why I never made it to Graceland The bathroom tiles were cool against my head I pressed my forehead to the floor and prayed for a trapdoor I've been here many times before, but I've never made it to Graceland And if I make it to the morning, I should have come with a warning And if I make it to the stage, I wish I wouldn't need to be saved Well, pick me up in New Orleans, penned in a bathroom stall Pick me up above my body, press my corpse against the wall I told the band to leave without me, I'll get the next flight And I'll see you all with red lips if I don't survive the night And if I make it to the morning, I should have come with a warning If I make it to the stage, I'll show you what it means to be saved And after every tour, I swear I'll quit, it's over boys, now this is it But the call, it always comes, and the song's like children begging to be born But oh, I guess I got my wish, but anything, anything, anything but this If I make it to the morning, I should have come with a warning And if I make it to the stage, I'll show you what it means to be saved Oh, you know I'm still afraid, I'm still crazy and I'm still scared If I make it to the stage, I'll show you what it means to be spared To be spared To be spared To be spared To be spared