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, whoever you are
For the muse and this old guitar"
And times like these, so sweet and so true
And thinking's the last thing that you wanna do
As I sit on the end of this dirty old bar
Trying to work some things out and not getting too far
And as I 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, whoever you are
For all the whiskey in this dirty old bar"
And times like these are so sad, but so true
And thinking's the last thing that you wanna do
And thinking's the last thing that you wanna do
As I sit on the bed in this hospital room
Just shedding a tear for the bride and groom
The tiniest voice starts to bellow and cry
It's my finest work yet, if today I should die
And if I was thinking, I'd be thinking, "Thank God, whoever you are
For the muse and the miracle right here in my arms"
Times like these, so sweet and so true
And thinking's the last thing that you wanna do
And thinking's the last thing that you wanna do, yeah
Thinking's the last thing that you wanna do
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, whoever you are
For the muse and this old guitar"
And times like these, so sweet and so true
And thinking's the last thing that you wanna do
As I sit on the end of this dirty old bar
Trying to work some things out and not getting too far
And as I 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, whoever you are
For all the whiskey in this dirty old bar"
And times like these are so sad, but so true
And thinking's the last thing that you wanna do
And thinking's the last thing that you wanna do
As I sit on the bed in this hospital room
Just shedding a tear for the bride and groom
The tiniest voice starts to bellow and cry
It's my finest work yet, if today I should die
And if I was thinking, I'd be thinking, "Thank God, whoever you are
For the muse and the miracle right here in my arms"
Times like these, so sweet and so true
And thinking's the last thing that you wanna do
And thinking's the last thing that you wanna do, yeah
Thinking's the last thing that you wanna do
Credits
Writer(s): Christopher B Wood, Jonathon Rix, Oliver H Wood
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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