I need to be your lover I'm through with this mighty city Walking around, just stuck in my shit Conversation based around just sex, Words at the tip of my tongue (oh damn, baby!) Tell me one thing I must forget, Thinking about the naked women in my bed

What is left when the morning comes Is the memory of a future And when my plight is done There is nothing left to hold onto There were friends waiting at my door They are gone now, for the year is new I stuck by my word And when the rains came Made it