Gray socks and black shoes, black hair and eyes so trueA smile like a cool wind blowing through lips that kiss like a foolThese are the memories I have of youNo, these are the gifts I took from youYour skin is so close to mine that it seems to know my nameAnd your laugh -- well, let's just saySomething wicked this way cameAnd in this old hotel my heart pounds like a drumIt beats with the rhythm of missing youThis is the rhythm of missing youChorus:Take a look at the blind man, the fool ain't got no caneThe blind man he's dancing in the driving rainWell, I am that blind man and I can finally seeWhat I've always known: you belong to meThere ain't nothing wrong with this hotel that a big bomb couldn't fixMy doorman he's a reprobate and the maid she's been turning tricksAnd in my broken sleep I wake up from some painMy heart drifts through the windowand sails into the rainOh Lord, I miss you, I miss you here in the darkThis comes from Nashville, babyIt's a call from a wounded heartAnd if I want this heart of mine to ever mendI guess I'm gonna have to find you againYeah, I'll have to find you again