Gold Mine

I got a problem with Stacey, cause she never comes here no more
And I got a problem with Robert, cause he always knocks at my door
I try to get in bed by ten, but he's always cussin' me out
Living the songs that I'm singing, living the lies from my couch

And I want to see if my problems are really just all in my head
And I can't stand all those damn dogs who wake me before four AM
See, I am a misty-eyed dreamer, and heaven's a good place to be
But I'd rather sit in a streetcar, and hotbox my demons for free

And I tell you what, it's a gold mine
Said I tell you what, it's a gold mine
I give a damn about Jenny, cause she lets me sleep on the couch
And I'm losin' sleep over Ernie, cause he's never good to himself

So somebody tell me that photos last for more than five seconds or so
And somebody show me a window that can give a good look at my soul
Cause I tell you what, it's a gold mine
Said I tell you what, it's a gold mine



Credits
Writer(s): Thomas Vasey
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