DON'T HAVE TO DRUG MYSELF TILL I'M STONED,
DON'T HAVE TO SPEND RESTLESS YEARS ALL ALONE,
DON'T HAVE TO DRINK TOO HARD ALL NIGHT LONG-
TO ADD THE RIGHT WORDS IN THIS SONG
ALL THESE THOUGHTS, ALL THIS PIERCING PAIN;
CAN HURT A MAN AND DRIVE HIM INSANE.
ALL THIS LONELINESS AND HEARTACHE'S ENOUGH-
TO MAKE ANYONE WRITE POEMS OF LOVE.
