Sitting here without a clue my mind is on the blink And I'm not sure of what to do my thoughts refuse to think But give me several lifetimes and a quart of Johnny Black And I might write a line or two to let you know I'm back
Or maybe I should hang it up and play guitar instead I'm pretty good at strumming when I've had my Johnny Red At least old Johnny says I am and I won't disagree Old Johnny and his brother have been pretty good to me
So I reach for my old Fender and I plug it in the amp Then bring those six strings into tune and flip off all the lamps And sitting in the darkness I recall my favorite tune A little song I've always loved from 'Dark Side of the Moon'
And 'Hotel California' is a special tune for me Even though the Eagles went and ripped off Jethro T I pluck that B flat minor thinking how it all began When I'm through I think of you and start to play again
But the guitar starts to crackle and the strings begin to rust Like everything I ever knew it crumbles into dust I look outside my window and I see you in the rain A trick of nasty weather manufactured by the pain
But the rain's begun to vanish and I see you pretty clear I get up from the sofa and I wipe away a tear And all at once you're standing there beside me in the room And I see my lifeless body lying naked in the gloom
You take my hand within your own and sadness disappears Without a word I realize there's nothing left to fear And in the east a glimmering declares the rising sun The nightmare's finally over and the dream has just begun