Lyrics:

Woke up with a war in my head,

An old man's grumble

And an extra space in the bed

And if ol' John Prine can't sing the next line

Bout something that can make me smile



Gonna have be content

To stare at yer baby photos til it makes some sense

Were you ever mine anyway

Speak up as I drop away



I wrote down what I think on the head of a matchstick

Wrote it all short and sweet, all that made sense to me

burnt six thousand minds, sorry for all times

I just can't add up the sums to find the damage we've done



I fell for you like a doll from a tree

Keep a straight stitched face

As the ground makes a bed for me

I keep my eye where I fell, sends no replies



You can run so long from sadness

That you're never at home for the fun

I cant make excuses

For the short hand abuses

Thank God it aint a Sunday night



I wrote down what I think on the head of a matchstick

Wrote it all short and sweet, all that made sense to me

burnt six thousand minds, sorry for all times

I just can't add up the sums to find the damage we've done



I wrote down what I think on the head of a matchstick

Wrote it all short and sweet, all that made sense to me

burning out in the lights, sorry for all times

I just can't see how it comes

the damage we've done

the damage we've done

the damage we've done