They're picking up pieces of me,
While they're picking up pieces of you
In a bag you will be, before the day is over
Were you looking for somewhere to be?
Or looking for someone to do?
Stupid me, to believe that I could trust in stupid you
And on the back of my hand,
Were, directions I could understand
Now that old buzzard Johnnie Walker,
Has gone and ruined all our plans
Our best made plans

Don't leave me here, to pass through time,
Without a map or road sign
Don't leave me here, my guiding light
'Cause I, I wouldn't know where to begin
I asked the kings of medicine

They're picking up pieces of me,
While they're picking up pieces of you
Lying on ice you will be before the day is over
It's a case in point baby
That you never thought it through
Stupid me, to believe I could depend on stupid you
And on the tip of my tongue,
Were, words that always came out wrong
'Cause they were drowned in Southern Comfort
Left to dry out in the sun
The noon-day sun

Don't leave me here, to pass through time,
Without a map, or road sign
Don't leave me here, my guiding light
'Cause I, I wouldn't know where to begin
I asked the kings of medicine
But it seems they've lost their powers
Now all I'm left with is the hours

Don't leave me here, to pass through time,
Without a map, or road sign
Don't leave me here, my guiding light
'Cause I, I wouldn't know where to begin
I asked the kings of medicine
But it seems they've lost their powers
Now all I'm left with is the hours

Don't leave me here,
Don't leave me here, oh no-oh,
I wouldn't know where to begin.