Guitar In The Rain-Mark Selby

What's the thing that makes you draw the line Makes up your mind Well mine is telling me Time has finally come to fade to black Leaves nothing but tracks Baby, I think I've hung on long enough Feeling like a guitar in the rain In a busted cardboard case A junkyard still life Nothing but a crying shame Like a used up cigarette Crushed out in a whiskey glass Short on pride, long on regret Would you stick around, won't you stick around now Honey would you stick around to dance 3 a.m. was made for no Then there's me I'm rolling lonely on a lonesome stretch of road I skipped I know But I'll take lonely over on more day Feeling like a guitar in the rain In a busted cardboard case A junkyard still life Nothing but a crying shame Like a used up cigarette Crushed out in a whiskey glass Short on pride, long on regret Would you stick around, would you stick around now Honey would you stick around for this Feeling like a guitar in the rain In a busted cardboard case A junkyard still life Nothing but a crying shame If you were tossed out in the cold Heart broke like a window pane Would you stick around, would you stick around now Feeling like a guitar in the rain Like a guitar, baby Like a guitar in the rain