one to get my tongue loose and
two for a broken heart
three for all of that wreckage
that we left in the dark so
one more yeah the neon's getting fuzzy
two hey pal can you help me find my keys
three if you could point me in the right direction
well i might get home again
Now, i'll tell you what i think about it
from this bully pulpit barstool
where everybody's nodding but nobody's listening
to to this fool
And I'm fumbling for
some loose pocket change
to spend at a pay phone in the rain
to say i'm sorry a thousand times again
yeah, your heart kid seem to be open
but 'round here tonight it's closing time
and that lame a** way you have of coping
and readin; between the lines
there is a very old saying
known by every boxer in the ring
you tell yourself when you're cut and bleeding
you don't feel a thing