This song makes me cry. It's sweet
The sidewalk is rushing at my head again
I'm lying on the street, in the rain and wind
From doing forward rolls down Avenue A
with my guitar on my back, don't let it end this way
Somehow I dialed my cell
I didn't know I could get service in hell
How quickly can you get here?
Don't know where I am dear
Finally the world acctually seems to be revolving around me
You held my head over the edge of the bed
I remember it now but at the time I thought I was dead
you put a pan there, and held back my hair
How can I repay you for saving me and my hardwood floors?
And when the world stopped spinning 'round
I picked the pan up off the ground
I read my up-heaves
much like tea leaves
They said it's over so get sober or you'll die again