Lyrics:

(pack - drummond)



Sometimes I think about the only way

That Ill ever see life beyond l.a. is dying

I sit in the corner of a hotel room

With a room service menu and Im looking at the moon,

Im crying



Im out here waiting, praying, trying to keep from sayin

That I dont miss you, though I do

Youve got me shaking, praying, trying to keep from sayin

That I dont miss you, though I do,

You know I do...



Livin out here you soon come to know

That it aint how good you are as much as who you know and how you fake it

Working this dive its a matter of time

cause Im a good lead player got a way with a line

And I can make it



And when the day breaks dawn

Something is in my room

When all my faith is gone

Something begets my gloom



Im out here waiting, praying, trying to keep from sayin

That I dont miss you, though I do



Youve got me shaking, playing, trying to keep from sayin

That I dont miss you, though I do

Well, you know I do.

Yes.i do



Sometimes I think about the only time

That Ill ever be happy in my own mind is dying...