Two shots of tequila and I finally make my way   Through this dancing crowd   I reach the phone booth in the back of this bar   To find there ain't another quarter inside   I know I promised   To call you around midnight   Instead I'm sharing a cigarette   With this girl named Cheyenne   She told me all about Joe   And how she could really understand him being cruel   To her from time to time      Life has a strange way   Of healing   Crossing the damned with the bleeding   It's just another sad story   In a long line of stories, I forget      I told Cheyenne I really needed to go   But she begged me to stay for just a while   So I sat down and I listened   To her sad, sad stories   And passed another tequila with lime   She told me I would really like Joe   'Cause he likes sports and he likes cars just like mine   And I wonder how it would make her feel   If she knew I was thinking of sex at that time      Life has a strange way   Of healing   Crossing the damned with the bleeding   She won't hear me laughing   It's just another sad story   In a long line of stories, I forget   It's just another sad story   In a long line of stories, I forget      And if she looked at me   And asked if I was her friend   I would just smile and raise my glass   I hope that it would be enough   To give her the feeling that I am      Life has a strange way   Of healing   Crossing the damned with the bleeding   She won't hear me laughing      Am I too restless or am I too hardcore?   I don't know if I want love   Or just a little more   It's the feeling that I adore   The feeling I adore