Category: Music

Copyright 2015 Tennyson Road Music

The patrons in the bar were getting kind of blurred
My waitress thinking hard about showing me the door
She said “I called a cab, he’s right outside”
“You’ve had one too many – you should call this night a night”

The taxi ride home gave me time to think
And I realised she had it right about one thing

I’ve had one too many heartaches
Heard one too many lies
Spent one too many 2 a.m.’s
Where I’ve laid awake and cried
One too many teardrops have
Fallen from my eyes
And love has disappeared on me
One too many times

We pulled up to my townhouse, not a light inside was lit
I got out and thanked the driver – .. gave him a fiver for a tip
This house is just a place now, not a home
And I’ve got to learn to face this life of living on my own

Soon I’ve got Jack Daniels in my hand
And all too often he’s my only friend

I’ve had one too many heartaches
One too many lies
One too many 2 a.m.’s
I’ve laid awake and cried
I’ve come up empty-handed
While reaching for the light
And love has left me stranded here
One too many times

I only blame myself for all this hurt
And I know I wrote the book on good excuses
But when I’m added to the mix in this big world
I’m the first one to admit
That it has one too many losers

One too many heartaches
One too many lies
One too many 2 a.m.’s
I break down – I can’t lie
Like an oak tree I fell victim
To cruel lightning strikes
Love has split this heart in two
One too many times

Yeah, love has split my heart in two
One too many times

Do you ever wonder why, why she went away?
Do you still think of her, being with him, every day?

Do you ever close your eyes and think of me?

Do you ever see her face, in the shadows of the  moon?
Do you ever want her back, back in your arms again?

Do you ever close your eyes and think of me?

Do you ever count the clouds, on a lazy summer’s day?
Do you ever miss her smile, and the way, that she moved?

Do you ever close your eyes and think of me?

Do you ever close your eyes, and long to hold her tight?
Do you want to make love, all through the night, like before?

Do you ever close your eyes and think of me?

Heed the warnings, down that lonely road
Watch for signs along that dark highway
Many men have been to her abode
None, the same’s, ever came back this way

In the hunger of the night, she’ll wait
Behind lies designed to comfort you
Once her legs are wrapped around your fate
Forever will she stain your virtue……..

(chorus)
…She’s got razors in her eyes
She’s got vice flowing in her veins
Holds the keys to where death resides
She leaves a poisoned stain

Keep yourself a pocket full of stones
She’s the kind you do not kiss and tell
If she gets her chance to jump your bones
You’ll curse the day you didn’t run like hell…

(chorus)

V1
He started off a preacher’s only boy
The only time, in his life, he knew joy
But a gun brought his daddy down
On some dirt street in Illinois

He stood scared while he watched his daddy bleed
And picking up the six-gun at his feet
He aimed to have his vengeance there
But was too young to do the deed
He hung his little head in shame
And cried the tears no one could read

And while the church bells rung,
While a choir sung…
…He swore, to himself, that he’d be,
“Better than I used to be”
…He swore, to himself, that he’d be,
“Better than I used to be”

V2
From the everglades to the desert sands
He turned outlaw, wanted, in the badlands
Some say the demons in his head
Fanned the fury of his hands
Yeah, the last thing Sheriff Dillon saw
Was the blur of his right hand

And while the church bells rung,
While a choir sung…
…A tattoo on his right hand reads,
“Better than I used to be”
…A tattoo on his right hand reads,
“Better than I used to be”

(instrumental break)

V3
It’s a mystery that’s still misunderstood
It’s a story of how the bad was turned to good
Where a woman gave her heart to
The man who’d steal it, if he could

He was an outlaw, hardened by his trade
And the deal with the devil he had made
Some say she bartered her own soul
Others say, it’s how she prayed
Some say she was an angel
Explaining why he seemed afraid

And the church bells rung,
And the choir sung…
…he promised her, that day, he’d be,
“Better than I used to be”
Yea, he promised her, that day, he’d be,
“Better than I used to be”

V4
He earned the reputation as a thief,
A scoundrel who would lie right through his teeth
But, in that church, a miracle
Had turned over a fresh new leaf

Now, it’s said, he disappeared in ole Paris
But, it’s whispered that he died in Tennessee
Where it’s rumored that his headstone reads,
“Better than I used to be”
Where it’s rumored that his headstone reads,
“Better than I used to be”

When …will I love again?
Have a song again?
In my heart again?
When …will I live again?
And dare to breathe it in

Well, I’ll know…yes, I’ll know
The sound of trumpets…. when they blow
I’ll know…yes, I’ll know
When that music rises…. in my soul

When? To be loved, again
To be home again
Like I once was then
When…..will I fly again?
…and dare to trust the winds?

Well, I’ll know…yes, I’ll know
When the winds of change….. begin their blow
I’ll know…yes, I’ll know
That restless stir lifting my soul

When …will I love again?
Have a song again?
In my heart again?