Oh my god I'm missing you My heart is breaking slowly I've been searching out the window In my world of pallid blue And I keep checking my shadow In an empty room My heart will keep on searching I heard your name sail on the breeze I turned my head to

I'm gettin' up soon in the mornin' I believe I'll dust my broom I'm gonna write a letter Telephone every town I know Wants every downtown man she meets I believe, I believe my time ain't long I quit the best girl I'm lovin' Now my friends can get in my

In check, yeah, in check, yeah Sometimes I forget When I look you in your face I see a good girl who deserves better than me (better than me) You remember that other night in my bedroom? On top of my bed I remember the things that you said Sometimes you

When I was young Pain more painful Laughter much louder Yeah, when I was young The rooms were so much colder then My father was a soldier then And times were very hard I smoked my first cigarette at ten And for girls, I had a bad yen

Every time that you walk in the room I can feel a new expression on my face I can feel a glowing sensation taking place I can hear the guitars playin' lovely tunes I close my eyes for a second and pretend it's me you want Meanwhile I try to act so

Hey, it's true Machinery in my pocket, I've even got a docket from you I'm a helpless automaton, make an ultimatum to you I stay in my room, All alone in the gloom, What need I of light? Machines they can see in the night, And I feel no pain

Huh, higher It's automatic, it's automatic Oh darling you are the only one, it's automatic No one can love the way you do, it's automatic When you walk in the room you change my mood, it's automatic I don't think you know You open up my eyes, I'm alive

You're as smooth as Tennessee whiskey Tennessee whiskey You're as sweet as strawberry wine You're as warm as a glass of brandy And honey, I stay stoned on your love all the time I used to spend my nights out in a barroom Liquor was the only love I've

Does it hurt Every time you walk in a room Does it feel like work Keepin' them country boys off of you Tell me, tell me Are you tired of runnin' Through my mind's Poor boy neighborhood All, tell me does it hurt

Oh whata' groomy day in Newport'verything is sad, sad, sad Yes what a groomy day in Newport everything is sad, sad. You know it's a groomy day in Newport One awhile a time to have a hand What gonna happened to my music What gonna happened to the song Bis