There’s only one girl 

who understands me well, 

and I mess with her, one girl

I’m not a workout-boy,I’m no more than a skinny man

But I’m goddamned sure I can row her to the other end

My arms are falling from my shoulders, 

I hope the pain will make her understand

My dreams are doing reality-time 

While my heart settles down on paperland

We don’t talk too much, well not about us, 

I tell the whole world but I seldom tell her

That I love it when she’s lying on the couch 

with her healthy magazines

And I’m blowin’ at the table, rowin’ pens and rowin’ beers

And I dream about how I’m on my knees, 

find the heat, do the deed,

Be the perfect husband that she needs.

I’m the worst romantic, rowing that boat, 

though I love my girl and I watch my girl

I married my girl and I’d do it again, 

but the boat goes fast, are you baby impressed?

I remember the yes came after a never-ending laugh

I’m so easily intoxicated, 

rowing blind on the lake of perdition,

Makin’ water every once in a while,   

But you keep us from going down, 

it seems like you’re on a mission.

If not for you, my sweetheart in my boat, 

if not for you, I’d be swimming, now I row.

I can’t love, I can’t hate. I can’t be me, I can’t fake.

I’m a mad man where I roam. Lonely in a crowded home.

I get rough, I get rude. Most of the time, I’m in a bad mood.

I’m a bad ass to the bone, a bad ass to the bone

I won’t talk, fear conversation. 

A one-day writersblock, means desperation.

But she loves me anyhow, although she’s running out of smiles.

Nobody els babe, nobody can,

change the old habit, change the old man

I fight myself and every bottle making me confused

I try to heal my very self, lord, you better hide the booze

Well let me tell you what I’m good at, Well at fixin’ me a drink

Explodin’ in a second, when I oughta think

I’m a mad man where I roam, a bad ass to the bone

I can’t go on, I can’t quit, I don’t want no mercy darling, 

Just hang on that little bit, Daddy might me comin’ home,

I can’t tell, I just don’t know

I fight myself and everyone, oh lord I'm so confused

it's getting worse now everyday, lord,

you better hide the booze

I  no longer wanna fool myself,

I wouldn’t slow down, even if I could.

I’d be a jojo anyhow, from high to down, from bad to good.

How could I forget,  All the highs and all the downs?

When I’ve been there, 

Sometimes happy, sometimes sad, 

like all the other clowns

I watch the candle burning here for you

I can feel the light, I can feel it’s you

Salty silence, eye to lip

What should I do, what should I do? 

Will I ever make love to you? (x2)

I watch the candle burnin’ here for you

Always the last one,

To say goodbye to you

Far out of sight, rollin’ down the cheek

What should I do, what should I do?

Will I ever make love to you ?(x2)

I  watch that candle burning

To get close to you

I watch that candle burning

But I know I burn the truth

I watch that candle burning

Oh Caesar I’m a fool

But I would save you baby

With all of my heart

But I would heal you baby,

With all of my heart

If you wanna come dancing baby

With all of my heart

It’s not about the fame of your name

It’s more about the heart of the game

No matter what game you’re in

You gotta play it with dignity

It’s not about the many rewards that you get,

If you don’t think you would’ve rewarded yourself

It’s not about anything

If you don’t do it with love

Not about old remedies

If your reasons for doing it are wrong

I learned from a fourteen year old kid

Just responding with a few yesses and no’s

That you don’t have to be fifty-fifty

When you’re smart enough not to bow

You most certainly ask yourself

What the fuck is he sayin’

But it’s simple like the fire burning

Simple like turning wheels

When it comes to drawing pain in action

No compromise, no dirty deals

It’s not about anything

If you don’t do it with love

Not about remedies, no,

If you’re reasons for doing it are wrong.

It’s not about just anything

It’s about love

It’s not about just anything, anything,

It’s about love….

2000 weeks,

say almost 15000 days,

I’ve been hanging around, drink and drive, 

smoke and fly, following fate.

Life was so promising,

in my first car in the slowest of lanes.

All girls tasted different,

there were stories in every new face.

Been looking for a place to park, 

but all I came across

were quicksandlocations, warning me

that I had to move on.

Getting stoned, getting drunk, getting lonelier,

in a hide-out, she called a hotel.

Trying all kinds of music and coctails, 

moving slow on that highway to hell.

Mindtravelled towards the horizon,

but the distance always remained.

I focused on the end of the street,

but barefootedly smashed all the dogshit.

Oh lord, I’m bored. 

Found no place I could call my home.

Oh lord, I’m bored.

For a while out in heaven, 

I wanna dance on the other side of the floor.

Lord I’m bored

Oh Lord I’m bored.