Candy, I’m the one you never asked to dance and my heart is still where you put it, buried back on the top shelf, behind the canned beans and whiskey bottles I drank by myself after you told me I stood without chance
Betty, I’m the one you never threw an eye and I’m still laying in pieces scattered over the grounds owned by your father who shot at me when I started to run. I took a bullet for a love that never even begun
Cindy, I’m the one you could never stand, and Sandy, I’m the one who stole your wedding band out of wishes I never should’ve let myself have
Now, this is a very old song that I recorded in the worst place I’ve ever lived in. I had a table, a bed, a guitar and a tape recorder. I made an album there. This one was written and recorded in an hour. I never cared much for this song, until tonight. I think I just now realized it’s brilliance.
Wide awake and tight as a wire, through the high nights and the low. I stir some handfuls of hope in my coffee. It’ll take time to break out this map. And every night I sleep with a stone in my bed. My sweet hurting heart. I’m out of my head.