Из альбома: All in Hand
Two shots of tequila and I finally make my way
Through this dancing crowd
I reach the phone booth in the back of this bar
To find there ain't another quarter inside
I know I promised
To call you around midnight
Instead I'm sharing a cigarette
With this girl named Cheyenne
She told me all about Joe
And how she could really understand him being cruel
To her from time to time
Life has a strange way
Of healing
Crossing the damned with the bleeding
It's just another sad story
In a long line of stories, I forget
I told Cheyenne I really needed to go
But she begged me to stay for just a while
So I sat down and I listened
To her sad, sad stories
And passed another tequila with lime
She told me I would really like Joe
'Cause he likes sports and he likes cars just like mine
And I wonder how it would make her feel
If she knew I was thinking of sex at that time
Life has a strange way
Of healing
Crossing the damned with the bleeding
She won't hear me laughing
It's just another sad story
In a long line of stories, I forget
It's just another sad story
In a long line of stories, I forget
And if she looked at me
And asked if I was her friend
I would just smile and raise my glass
I hope that it would be enough
To give her the feeling that I am
Life has a strange way
Of healing
Crossing the damned with the bleeding
She won't hear me laughing
Am I too restless or am I too hardcore?
I don't know if I want love
Or just a little more
It's the feeling that I adore
The feeling I adore