I'm bringing 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 that 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's 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 tied scarf and wrap up warm   on this winter night   Everytime you get defensive   you're just looking for a fight   It's safe to sing 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 breaking, no answers makin', battered dirty hands, 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