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

its times like these so sweet and so true

thinking is the last thing that you wanna do

As I sit on the edge of this dirty old bar

trying to work some things out without 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 wherever you are

for all the whiskey in this dirty old bar

Times like these are so sad but so true

Thinking's the last thing that you wanna do

Yeah, thinking's the last thing that you wanna do

As I sit on the bed of this hospital room

Just shedding a tear for the bride and groom

and the tiny [?] voice starts to bellow and cry

its my finest work yet if the day 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

Times like these are so sweet and so true

thinkings the last thing that you wanna do

Yeah, thinkings the last thing that you wanna do

Yeah, thinkings the last thing that you wanna do