While you were out...   the message says   You left a number   and I tried to call   But they wrote it down   in a perfect Spanish scrawl   in a perfect Spanish scrawl       Yet again   I'm missing you   King size bed   (in a) hotel someplace   I hear your name   I see your face   I see your face      (The) back street dolls   and the side door johnnies   The wide eyed boys with their bags full of   money   Back in the alley   going bang to the wall   Tied to the tail   of a midnight crawl   Heaven wouldn't be   so high I know   if the times gone by   hadn't been so low   The best laid plans   come apart at the seams   and shatter all my dreams      Sometimes I feel like...   Screaming   close my eyes   It's times like this   my head goes down   and the only thing I know   is the name of this town   is the name of this town      Yet again   I'm missing you   won't be long   O' coming home   Until that distant time   I'll be moving on   I'll be moving on