I think I'll sleep on the back porch tonight   And count the stars way up in the sky   I can't think in words and notes anymore   My life's been written down so many times before   With a red thing   The song was played over and over   No need to turn the album over   Riding the rays right down in to the morning   Burning up the novel and the little little red thing   The red thing's turning tuning in on me   Like a valentine card that never ever came   The red thing is turning tuning in on me   If you didn't sing it you wouldn't have to dream it   If you didn't sing it just might come true   I'm staring right into the musical selection   Better check my pulse and my respiration   Because the 8 Ball's lost it's only jukebox   The ball game's over and all I really got is just a red thing   I'm parking outside with all my dirty laundry   The streets are clean but it isn't even morning   Tuesday's they seem to be so forgotten   Unless you got a cup of coffee and a little red thing