They're picking up pieces of me While they're picking up pieces of you In a bag you will be before the day is over
Were you looking for somewhere to be Or looking for someone to do Stupid me to believe that I could trust in stupid you
And on the back of my hand Were directions I could understand Now that old buzzard Johnny Walker Has gone and ruined all our plans Our best made plans
Don't leave me here to pass through time Without a map or road sign Don't leave me here, my guiding light, ‘cause I
I wouldn't know where to begin I asked the kings of medicine
They're picking up pieces of me While they're picking up pieces of you Lying on ice you will be before the day is over
It's a case in point baby That you never thought it through Stupid me to believe I could depend on stupid you
And on the tip of my tongue Were words that always came out wrong ‘Cause they were drowned in Southern Comfort And left to dry out in the sun The noonday sun
Don't leave me here to pass through time Without a map or road sign Don't leave me here, my guiding light, ‘cause I
I wouldn't know where to begin I asked the kings of medicine
But it seems they've lost their powers Now all I'm left with is the hours
Don't leave me here Don't leave me here, oh no I wouldn't know where to begin...