Eight O'clock in the morning
Another stop, another warning sign
Flashing in my mind

You're an assault on my senses
I still can't quite comprehend these lies
Your sweet little lies

And would it make things fine?
If I said you'd be right these times but i can't lie or see through time
You're going out of my mind

One dance another late night
One more drink another private show
She said we'll take it real slow

More mistakes another headache
Another way to wake me up it seems
From my rock and roll dreams

And would it make things fine?
If I said you'd be right these times but i can't lie or see through time
You're going out of my mind

solo

And would it make things fine?
If I said you'd be right these times but i can't lie or see through time
You're going out of my mind