And songs you can't whistle
are still stuck in your head
And it's six in the morning here
and I'm twelve hours from you
I'm six hours full of lies
and six hours from the truth
And words that weren't written to rhyme
And if I could stop shaking,
And if I could stop listening
to all the words in my head
with a voice that's so weak
though I could hardly speak
About songs that weren't finished in time
So pick me up and turn me round
Let me know and I'll be back
A big voice inside your crown
And all the elements of style
And all the elements of grace
But no evidence of cheatin'
But it can't tame the hunger
and you can't quench the thirst
you don't know which came first
Songs that weren't finished in time
Words that weren't written to rhyme
So pick me up and let me down
Let me know and I'll be back
The little voice inside me cries