I am wishing you were here beside me,
I'm calling other women by your name.
You've got new boys jumping in your windows,
And buying you new flowers every day.
I'm living in the coldest room in Denver,
On the longest street in the USA.
You are reading Baudrillardand Cosmo,
And dancing for the Washington Ballet.
If I ever had anything to offer,
I'm sure that you'd own it by now.
If I ever did anything to hurt you,
I'm sure that you deserved it somehow.
I'm telling everyone about the time your mouth ran on
And gave all my secrets away.
Well I'm gonna write a song
Where I am drunk and you are gone,
And maybe you'll hear it and have to explain.
Cause I'm so fucked my head can't speak for spinning.
Sometimes I think I'm better off this way.
You don't know a God damn thing about drinking,
I don't know much about ballet.
I'm living in the coldest room in Denver,
Writing you a new song every day.
You are tending bar at "Madame's Organ"
And dancing for the Washington Ballet.
My friends all say that love is gone,
But I know my will is strong,
Your mother's getting tired of hanging of hanging up the phone.
I always want the best for you:
A dashing guy to rescue you
Because I never wanted you to be all alone
You will drive a flashy car,
A pretty face, a superstar.
And he will treat you beautiful,
Which is what you are.
He'll take you out and treat right,
And drive you round most every night.
I hope the truck that runs you down is shiny and bright.
You've got your Henry James, Nina Simone,
I've got my hangover and The Rolling Stones.
You're getting smarter all the time,
I don't care.
Cause I know when I'm dead I'm going to heaven:
I say my prayers every God damn day.
You'll be writing sad songs here in Denver,
And I'll be dancing for the Washington Ballet.
I'll be dancing for the Washington Ballet.
I'll be dancing for the Washington Ballet.