There are times I can only think of you|There are nights I don't wanna sleep alone|Days I cry and I write them in a song|I sing low and slow||I know it's late and this house is full of blues|I know I've paid for the wrong things that I chose|I know I've lost you a long long time ago|And now I sing low and slow||Moving and playing|From east to west|No money baby|But I always pay my rent|Walkin' shoes and a suitcase full of dues|Old guitars and some pictures in my room|Once I had you but now it's time to go|But I sing low and slow||