As I sit on the edge of this never made bed old guitar in my lap a new tune in my head There she stands in the doorway just brushing her hair it's my beautiful muse in her underwear
And if I was thinking I'd be thinking thank god where ever you are for the muse and this old guitar its times like these so sweet and so true thinking is the last thing that you wanna do
As I sit on the edge of this dirty old bar trying to work some things out without getting too far And to drown out the voices that are keeping me down there's a muse all alone on the other side of town
And if I was thinking I'd be thinking thank god wherever you are for all the whiskey in this dirty old bar Times like these are so sad but so true Thinking's the last thing that you wanna do Yeah, thinking's the last thing that you wanna do
As I sit on the bed of this hospital room Just shedding a tear for the bride and groom and the tiny [?] voice starts to bellow and cry its my finest work yet if the day I should die
And if I was thinking I'd be thinking thank god for the muse and the miracle right here in my arms
Times like these are so sweet and so true thinkings the last thing that you wanna do Yeah, thinkings the last thing that you wanna do Yeah, thinkings the last thing that you wanna do