The Muse
As I sit on the edge of this never-made bed
Old guitar in my lap a new tune in my head
There she stands in the doorway just brushing her hair
It's my beautiful muse in her underwear
And if I was thinking I'd be thinking thank God
Where ever you are
For the muse and this old guitar
It's times like these so sweet and so true
Thinking's the last thing that you wanna do
As I sit on the edge of this dirty old bar
Trying to work some things out but not getting too far
And to drown out the voices that are keeping me down
There's a muse all alone on the other side of town
And if I was thinking I'd be thinking thank God
Where ever you are
For all the whiskey in this dirty old bar
Times like these so sad but so true
Thinking's the last thing that you wanna do
Yeah I think it's the last thing that you wanna do
As I sit on the bed in this hospital room
Just shedding a tear for the bride and groom
Then the tiniest voice starts to bellow and cry
It's my finest work yet if today I should die
And if I was thinking I'd be thinking thank God
For the muse and the miracle right here in my arms
It's times like these so sweet and so true
Thinking's the last thing that you wanna do
Yeah thinking's the last thing that you wanna do x2