Don't leave me here.

They're pickin' up pieces of me, 
While they're pickin' 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 Johnny Walker, 
Has gone and ruined all our plans.
Our best-made plans.

Don't leave me here, to cast 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 pickin' up pieces of me, 
While they're pickin' 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 all 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 cast 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 that they've lost their powers.
Now all I'm left with is the hour.

Don't leave me here, to cast 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 that they have lost their powers.
Now all I'm left with is the hour.

Don't leave me here, 
Don't leave me here,
I wouldn't know where to begin.