Tell fortune of the blindness Tell nature of day Tell friendship of unkindness Tell justice of delay (Last written words of Sir Walter Raleigh) So I checked into the hotel no stars Woman at reception ask me how I are I said, I'm one man - this is one man And one guitar Then I lay down on long buried steel My bed was spinning like a fevered wheel Call the doctor - h can't help me Or my guitar The ink's still wet where I signed my name To say it's all my fault and nobody is to blame There's a woman at the snowline selling sex She got a little tartan skirt and a bottle of Beck's Our eyes meet when I flash by the car I'm just another man and one guitar Can I get a witness, can I stay alive As I stumbled in tears past the old beehive When the man dies the bees leave home All the world's honey sticking in my bones I'm sitting on a low bed - my guitar in case Television moving across my face I can never - no I van never Go out of this place I hear a murder of crows as they mass and mob