Empty pages before my eyes, you not deny or criticize    Empty bedrooms where I paid my dues    Watching the ceiling instead of you    Can you tell me where you're goin', can't hold on to hear my song    I've got some songs I'd love to sing    Always bring down some other thing    Where can I go my hands are broken    It seems like your love is just a token, why won't you stay with me?   Up in the morning and out the door    She won't come in I gotta live alone    Back in the evening with the darn poor fool out    I got on mind just this gal, just this gal.