From the recording Back From The Edge
Lyrics
You wake up in the morning, then you fall right back to sleep
bought a second-hand alarm clock, and now you’re in it pretty deep
better pry yourself outta bed, stop tryin to get by on the cheap
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You ask her for a second chance, she says thanks, “we’ll be in touch”
You’re cookin up a story now, because the truth just hurts too much
This aint a story, this is your life
This is the blues
She’s callin you a sleaze, you’re fallin to your knees
you cant get out of your own way
the only good thing you can say about tomorrow
Is it damn sure won’t be today
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She told you where, she told you when, you can’t remember a word she said
There’s something crazy goin on, down at the foot of your bed
Imagine your surprise, it turned out to be your head
You wake up in the morning, tryin to find the right words to use
It’s just the same old story, don’t make no difference which words you choose
This aint a story, this is your life
This is the blues