On the roof something wasn't clicking Like the blade on a pocket knife that just won't unfold Rain on my face couldn't help my disposition It was clearly a mission for the comfort of the road
Passed me by one too many times And the wick get old but I'm fine Save your pennies and your pity Save them all for pauper's wine Save for pauper's wine
Help me up, help me off Merge through the exit in three quarters of a mile She was the light of day, but she was never mine Took just enough to make me smile
In the dark, I know that's where she kept me And it never bothered me, until the light Shining, I can handle the truth I said
Passed me by one too many times Wick gets old but I'm doing fine, doing fine Save your pennies, save your pity Save them all for pauper's wine, save for pauper's wine
Blinker's on the blink I think and chuckle to myself With the nova through you Gas 'er up and never stop until she drinks the bottle drop I'm feeling right