The sidewalk is rushing at my head again
I'm lying on the street in the rain and wind
From doing forward rolls down Avenue A
With my guitar on my back don't let it end this way
Somehow I dialed my cell
I didn't know I could get service in hell
How quickly can you get here
Don't know where I am dear
Finally the world actually seems to be revolving around me
You held my head over the edge of the bed
I remember it now but at the time
I thought I was dead
Yyu put a pan there and held by hair
How can I repay you for saving me and my hardwood floor
And when the world stops spinning round
I picked the pen up off the ground
I read my up heaves much like tea leaves
They said its over so get sober or you'll die again
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