I wake up in the morning is a state of frighe
On the wrong side of the bed all night
Waking to the broken heart - Inside my head
Open my eyes and I move my hand
Arond the pillow to the nightstand
And straighten miss Emilie's picture by my bed
pour three fingers burbourn in my coffee cup
Cry on my best friend's shoulder - down the hall
I feel so lonely, when I close the door
I bite my nails and I walk the floor
And straighten miss Emilie's picture on my wall
CHOROUS
Look out my window and what do I see, Nothing but pain looking back at me
All that my future means to me,
Is tossing yesterday's love out into the wind
And straighten miss Emilie's picture now and then
I leave my office and I go downtown, to a little bar we all hang around
Laugh -drink beer -shoot pool - and have a ball
When the laughter stops - and the hurting takes hold
I reach in my pocket for my billfold
And show miss Emilies picture to them all
I stagger in the house and I slam the door
Wishing I could do the same thing inside my head
I drink a beer and I eat a bite, Just before I turn out the ligh
I straighten miss Emilie's picture by my bed
(REPEAT CHOROUS)