What's the thing that makes you draw the line
Makes up your mind
Well mine is telling me
Time has finally come to fade to black
Leaves nothing but tracks
Baby, I think I've hung on long enough
Feeling like a guitar in the rain
In a busted cardboard case
A junkyard still life
Nothing but a crying shame
Like a used up cigarette
Crushed out in a whiskey glass
Short on pride, long on regret
Would you stick around, won't you stick around now
Honey would you stick around to dance
3 a.m. was made for no
Then there's me
I'm rolling lonely on a lonesome stretch of road
I skipped I know
But I'll take lonely over on more day
Feeling like a guitar in the rain
In a busted cardboard case
A junkyard still life
Nothing but a crying shame
Like a used up cigarette
Crushed out in a whiskey glass
Short on pride, long on regret
Would you stick around, would you stick around now
Honey would you stick around for this