So here i am again
Just sitting on the top of the world
I don't got no money, ain't got no woman

So is it right for me to treat you
Like you did me when we were young
And is it right for me to wait
To tell you now, to tell you now

Bone dry, bone dry
Bone dry,

There's a bullet in the hall
And he took it from his father's gun
I'm a flower on the wall
And she picked me from her mother's lawn

If you could see her eyes
Like a reflection of autumn in the winter
I stood completely still
Frozen cowboy thawed out in an indian sum

I've got to change my ways
Too many times, you just string me along
Pass by the window, what's in it for me?
Just some notes on your palm to read

Whose side are you on anyway?
You've got to get back to the water
I know my lines in the sand washed away
So i've got to

I still remember little yellow haired girl
With the little hot curlers in her hair
My mind was floating around somewhere
And dancing with the smoke from her lips
And the parliament she held in her fingertips
But on my way down from my highest point
I might hit the ground,