I have the life that m 'stings the eyes
I have my little heart what all blue
In my head I 'think it is raining.
Not much, but a little bit.
I 'am interested in much more
Not even tired, j 'I r'pose
J 'wood life in very small doses,
J 'longer see the color of roses.
In my guitar, nothing more
More than one rating, plus a chorus.
In my fingers, there is nothing that takes
In my skin, there is that of grief.