Threes an hour everyday when I get lonely.
When the bad sinks in and the good rises out
I’m stuck with the sadness.
I can see the face of every man I ever loved who wouldn't love me back.
I feel the sting of all the harsh words shot at me to bring me down.
I taste the bittersweet memories of tears and margaritas of the friends who left me.
I smell the lonesome desert roads I used to race down.
Yes an hour a day the lonely creeps in.
Somewhere between 11 and midnight
The sullenness of a life lived seeps into this heart of mine.
But I never let it stay