"Deny yourself all half things," he said. "Take it or leave it." And though I knew exactly what he meant, I just couldn't do it. I had my chances, it's true. But I never meant to follow through… to deny, to deny you half thing, you.

The luxuries of love will force your fall - we're all walking targets. And though I can faintly hear the call, I choose to ignore it. It's never far from view. Little tastes are what get me through. I deny, I deny you half thing, you.

I never meant to waste so much time. It just kinda happened. When your comfort becomes your crime, it's time to abandon those words that seldom ring true. They're so easy to misconstrue. One day, you'll deny your half things, too.

Mr. Dostoevsky, won't you tell us what you mean? Come on out and say it. Just come on out and say it! Hey there, Cleopatra, won't you behave like a queen? Button up your corset! Try to keep your nose clean! Take a dose of reason; chase it down with your dreams. Now is not the time to ignite the gasoline.

You have to lose yourself sometimes to find out what it all means. You have to save yourself sometimes from the secrets that you keep.

Mr. Dostoevsky, won't you tell us what you mean? Come on out and say it. Just come on out and say it! You enter so sincerely and end it just the same. But you didn't leave your mark. No, you didn't sign your name.

Maybe it's a rough spot, just a bump in the road. Learning how to love you takes its toll. Outside forces distort my view. But I never want to fall away from you. I never want to fall from you.

I said I'd stand by you until the end, place no one before you, and put my faith in your hands. And I mean what I say. I try to follow through. And so I never want to fall away from you. I never want to fall from you.

And you can hold a grudge while I just let it go. You stay true. I always fold. Your fire it burns. Mine just fades away. Keep me honest, babe…

I shudder when I see you - to know that you are mine… to know that there's no going back to the things we left behind. And nothing else matters. No, nothing else shines. And nothing's more true, I never want to fall from you…

Keep me honest, babe… Keep me honest.

I needed to dry out. You hung me out to dry. And when it came down, I wasn't that surprised. I get rained on all the time. I get rained on all the time. I needed to thaw out. I'd frozen up inside. You helped me thaw out. It took my by surprise. I felt warm there by your side. I felt warm there by your side.

I miss your face, the way you look into my eyes…

I needed a way out. I got lost all the time. You were my conscience and you became my guide. You led me to the light. You showed me there was light.

I never knew how much I cared until you went missing… and now you're gone.

So now that I've dried out, will you still take me back? Forgive me only for all the sense I lack? Will you still take me back? Will you still take me back?

Feelings left untold will eat your soul and the pain is hard, it's just getting harder… Said I was sorry. I don't know why, but I said I was sorry, made you cry. It's give and take, concessions made; it's never a fair trade. Barter for love, you'll wind up sad. I know you love me 'cause you treat me so bad.

And I miss you now. I miss your smile. I miss myself. I miss myself. Said I was sorry… Don't know why, but I said I was sorry, broke down and cried. It's give and take, concessions made; it's never a fair trade. Barter for love, you'll wind up sad. And I know you love me 'cause you treat me so bad.

Love is a burden. It's like a disease. If it's contagious, you're immune to me. Said I was sorry… Don't know why, but I said I was sorry, made you cry. It's give and take, concessions made; it's never a fair trade. Barter for love, you'll wind up sad. And I know you love me 'cause you treat me so bad.

Why would I lie, or be untrue just to talk to you? You say it's alright; I won't have to choose, because you'll be leaving soon. Just like they always do…

I thank God for heartache and tears. That's as good as it gets now that you're not here. The past remains, but people change. When I try to forget you, it just brings back the pain.

I'm losing my senses. I'm losing my mind. I get so sad and I don't know why. I'm doing what I can to save the saints from their sins… and looking for a better way to say goodbye.

I'm afraid to go out… It's always bad news. I don't want to drink too much. I always drink too much. This situation will not improve until I talk to you. I just need to talk to you.

You don't love me, so you say. I bet you come around some day. And when you change your mind, I might be gone. Life on the edge makes it so easy to fall down. I can't stay in love too long. I can't stay in love too long…

I make it a habit to stay out late, searching for stories who will buy my drinks. When I come home tired, I still can't sleep. My guilty conscience gets the best of me. I can't stay in love too long. I won't stay in love too long…

I wish you could get inside my head. I wish I could somehow let you in. You could see I'm so afraid of breaking these promises we made.

I can't stay true to the love that I've found. Now that I've got you, I just want to settle down. But after all this time, I'm haunted by questions with answers I can't find. I can't stay in love too long. I won't stay in love too long. I can't stay in love too long…

There's a panic button in your bedroom. You're afraid of what she might say. There are ghosts all around you. They follow you home each day. You get so tired of the voices that whisper out your name. It's been a long, long time since you had a good day.

The signs are all around you. You miss them along the way. And there are people out there who love you. You don't believe a word they say. It's been too many times you had your hope ripped away. It's been a long, long time since you had a good day.

It's been a long, long time since you found out all your dreams slip away. It's been a long, long time since you had a good day.

All your desire leads to sorrow. Joy only leads to pain. But pain's the only way of knowing that you've still got something to say. So you look deep inside, pull your strength from her shakeless ways. It's been a long, long time since you had a good day.

I said I was getting out and your ears perked up right then. I never met a man so down as the man that I am. When you stop to look around, it's not as easy as it sounds - to leave behind all that you found.

I could tell you about prophets who could never sleep at night. I could tell you about losers still trying to get it right. We could stay up talking about me and you and her. And you could tell me just how badly it hurts.

I could wipe away your tears and they'd still come back again. I could change into Saint Someone, start this thing again. But you and I, we both know that I was made for sin. So you shut the door on me and I ain't coming back in.

So we had a blow out. What happened to our lives? What became of me and you when our love was paralyzed? Just because I went away didn't mean I wasn't coming back. Leaving home ain't easy when you can't go back.

I have shackles around my hands, chains I can't break. Her memory stays with me, no matter how much I drink. I'm sorry for my sins but there's some things I can't change.

I never meant to fall this far this time but I thank God for my mistakes.And the pain is too real to be imagined. I can't catch a ride home with all this baggage…

I'm stuck in San Francisco just trying to get back home. These crooked streets that once were lined with gold lost their poets and saviors a long time ago. I'm stuck in San Francisco.

Some still believe that true love will lead them home. But love will only get you so far. You've got to find the rest on your own. And the alleyways are calling, calling their favorite tramps home tonight. Alleys are for those who have surrendered, lost their will to fight.

Time takes care of indecision. And I'm tired of sitting around wasting time on wishing…
I'm stuck in San Francisco just trying to get back home. These crooked streets that once were lined with gold lost their streetcar saviors a long time ago. I'm stuck here in San Francisco… So sad in San Francisco… Stuck here in San Francisco…

There's a whisper inside my head and it led me to the Promised Land. Well, I stood at the gates but was turned away. "You've got to pay your dues," they say. And the girl I love said "Nothing is free." She stole a kiss and she made to leave. "With a bang," she said "is how it all ends." "No, you're wrong," I said, "that's just how we all began."

It's just another Saturday. It's just another mean ol' day. It's just another Saturday. It's just another brown bag day around here.

Hear the poets sing of nothing to lose? It reminds me a lot of me and you. I still get the highway blues. You, well, you never have to choose. You chose to leave me in the lost and found. It seems that three had become a crowd. One's enough, if you ask me. No one ever bothers asking me.

Nothing's worse than being alone when the thoughts you have, have thoughts of their own. Wishes never make anything so. It's just one more day and another step closer to home.

My baby likes gospel music… she likes the sweet soul music. Do angels sing gospel music? When I die and go to heaven, will I hear gospel music? I don't like gospel music. I never liked gospel music. My baby likes gospel music. She likes the sweet soul music. Do angels sing gospel music? Do angels sing gospel music? When I die and go to heaven, will I hear gospel music?

…I hear gospel music…