sittin here ticket in hand
wonderin about your plans
baby
your already gone
thinkin about the times we had
makin me more than sad
baby
your already gone

now my life is in a twirl
thinkin of my little girl
hoping that she'll be around
tonight

it wasn't oh so long ago
when you looked at me and I had to know
baby
what was on your mind
I could tell by the way you held my hand
and pushed your footprints in the sand
baby
it's a matter of time

now my life is in a twirl
thinkin of my little girl
hoping that she'll be around
tonight

my guitar is slowly bleedin
strings are cryin loud and clear
if I only knew
that you'd be true
baby
I'd dry my tears

well the gate is callin me
either way I will be free
baby
I'm steppin through
throw my causion to the wind
know this new life must begin
baby
will you do it too

now my life is in a twirl
thinkin of my little girl
hoping that she'll be around
tonight

pilot said the plane will land
somethin bout these sweaty hands
baby
I'm shakin bad
got my bag I'm gettin off
lord I must be soft
baby
happy or sad

now my life is in a twirl
thinkin of my little girl
hoping that she'll be around
tonight

baggage claim is empty there's no one there
no perfume or pretty hair
baby
my heart is dead
I'll gather my things and I'll be gone
puts an end to this lonely song
baby
somethin I said

my guitar is slowly bleedin
strings are cryin loud and clear
if I only knew
that you'd be true
baby
I'd dry my tears

baby, I'd dry my tears

baby

I'd dry my tears

one lonely guy
it's me again all alone
playin this same song
will I ever be home
I look to heaven
I go to hell
my heart is leaking
in this hotel

gonna have another
and another
till it's gone
gonna play these strings
till someone comes along
maybe I am too lost
never find my way
think I'll fall asleep
there's another day

bout 5 in the morning
knock on the door
I'm still half dressed
laying on the floor
oh my head hurts
get to my feet
turn the knob
who can it be

she says

baby I'm sorry
I was wrong
I thought about you all night long
went to the airport
but I was late
the lady said you had gone
I sat down
thought to myself
I bet he's writing
a song

play your guitar
play your guitar
play your guitar

for me

play your guitar
play your guitar
play your guitar

for me

I let my pen take flight
Its my highs like plane in sky
Like im hi off the good green earth
Bud
I fail then some one come behind me kick me when i was down then stepped on
Door matt