Hey Casanova   You don't look too good   But I know times are tough      You never found your paradise   Like you said you would   And it's all catching up      It may be that we will never change   You may never come to your promised land   And it's a grey morning      With all you have   Still you turn your back   You're given every chance   How can you ask more than that?   But still you have to ask      Hey tragic hero   Did you get passed by?   Well, what do all those heathens know...      Have a seat, a cup of wine   And have a good cry   And then it's time to go      'Cause you're living up to your own worst cases   You're looking for hope in some pretty strange places   And that's a grey mourning      With all you have   Still you turn your back   You're given every chance   How can you ask more than that?   But still you have to ask   I really need for you to ask      With all you have   Still you're turning   Turning   With all you have   Still you're turning   Turning      Hey you lone ranger,   Is it cold tonight   So far beneath the stars   Maybe the desert will do you good