For a wayward soul like me
I need a little bit of lovin'
Hover in the seven breeze
She's a drink when I'm feelin' sober
Coffee when I'm too hungover
Whiskey blonde hair to hide
She's a heaven's angel dust
a -runnin' through my blood
It's a -pumpin' through my brain
So open up the floodgates
Cause I need it like a hard life
down from a three -day blow
where I've been a baby please don't go
I could use a little bit of healing
to keep me from these heathens that
I know she's a sunday morning drive
to a countryside motel room
the ones that are by the hour
and take a shower in the afternoon
She's a heather tamed to dust,
a runner through my blood
It's a pumpin' through my brain,
So open up the floodgates
like a needle in my veins
Cause I need it like a hard line