Last time around

Well, a vial of love you used to save But even that's distilled away Locked inside a closet made of sand. Well, the silver anesthetized your veins like the chilling damp December rain. How can you...

Been playin' blues all-a my life Always have been that way But I've a got tired of these bills comin' in And I don't have the money to pay That is why, I gotta put it down So I'm gonna tell ya again...