I'm bringin' back ghosts that are no longer there   I'm gettin' hard on myself sittin' in my easy chair   Well, there's three people in the mirror   And I'm wonderin' which one of them I should choose      Well, I can't keep from laughin'   Spittin' out these 300 mile per hour outpour blues      I'm breakin' my teeth off, tryin' to bite my lip   There's all kinds of red-headed women that I ain't supposed to kiss   And it's that color which never fails to turn me blue   So I just swallow it and hold on to it   And use it to scare the hell out of you      I have a woman, says, "Come and watch me bleed"   And I'm wonderin' just how I can do that   And still give her everything that she needs   Well, there's three people in my head that have the answer   And one of them has got to be you      But you're holding tight to it, the answer   Singin' these three hundred mile per hour outpour blues      Put on gloves, a tight scarf and wrap up warm on this winter night   Every time you get defensive, you're just looking for a fight   It's safe to say somebody out there's got a problem   With almost anything you'll do   Well, next time they stab you don't fight back   Just play the victim instead of playin' the fool      And the roads are covered with a million little molecules   Of cigarette ashes and the school floors are covered   With pieces of pencil eraser too   Well, sooner or later the ground's gonna be holdin'   All of my ashes too      But I can't help but wonder if after I'm gone   Will I still have these three hundred mile per hour   Finger breakin', no answers, broken back, dirty cancer   Bee stung and busted up, empty cup torrential outpour blues?      One thing's for sure, in that graveyard   I'm gonna have the shiniest pair of shoes