Sometimes I Feel Like Screaming
While you were outThe message says you left a numberAnd I tried to callBut they wrote it down in a perfect Spanish scrawlIn a perfect Spanish scrawl
Yet againI'm missing youKing size bed (in a) hotel someplaceI hear your nameI see your faceI see your face
(The) back street dollsAnd the side door johnniesThe wide eyed boys with their bags full of moneyBack in the alleyGoing bang to the wallTied to the tail of a midnight crawlHeaven wouldn't be so high I knowIf the times gone by hadn't been so lowThe best laid plans come apart at the seamsAnd shatter all my dreams
Sometimes I feel like screamingClose my eyesIt's times like thisMy head goes downAnd the only thing I know is the name of this townIs the name of this town
Yet againI'm missing youWon't be longO' coming homeUntil that distant timeI'll be moving onI'll be moving on