Lucinda's Room

I just blew in from out of town
From somewhere far away
To lay my weary head back down
And take in yesterday
There’s an empty glass with dried red wine
Stuck around the top
And a couple empty bottles
'Cause some things never stop
Drunken angel, how’d you get so lonely?
How’d you write those songs that made me cry?
Sing one down for your old friend Blaze Foley
It makes me think some folks should never die
I sleep in Lucinda’s room
And wake up every morning at the crack of noon
Stumble out into the street and try to find my feet
I sleep in Lucinda’s room
Not everyone is a winner
Nor do they get a ring
They tell you they’re in trouble
Having never said a thing
They can love you so damn hard
It’s like a hurricane
They can love you so damn good
'Cause it takes away the pain
I sleep in Lucinda’s room
And wake up every morning at the crack of noon
Stumble out into the street and try to find my feet
I sleep in Lucinda’s room
I hear people whisper
I hear all the talk
And to tell the truth so quiet
Can make it hard to walk
To walk the line they give ya
So thin you lose your nerve
Some folks only get the love
They think that they deserve
I sleep in Lucinda’s room
And wake up every morning at the crack of noon
I stumble out into the street and try to find my feet
I sleep in Lucinda’s room
Stumble out into the street and try to find my feet
I sleep in Lucinda’s room