I think I'm getting it right this time; I can tell by the way she grins. She put the postcards up on the head of our bed, I can see Algiers. She said "don't the streets on Sunday look great, The way they open up their windows And offer you things you know you'll never buy." Lord I'm tired, I'm just so tired. Don't say that you agree With the price you paid For your captivity. Sweet surrender and your Poison pen are gonna take you And make you whole again. Never gonna be the one Who said you were the one Who liked the lonesome life. All the times you stayed And prayed and thought you Had it made it was for Hope then strife. So I went and asked my friend the doctor "What is it I've got this time?' He said "apart from that albatross Around your neck, the tests are Negative, you really are quite fine". So I went out to the airport To play for my ticket And someone comes up to me and says "Hey man, they don t pay for that any more Lord I'm tired, I'm just so tired. Don't say that you agree With the price you paid For your honesty. Sweet surrender and your Poison pen are gonna take you And make you whole again. Never gonna be the one Who said you were the one Who liked the lonesome life. All the times vou stayed And prayed and thought you Had it made it was for Hope then strife. Lord I'm tired, I'm just so tired. I should retire. Don't say that you agree With the price at the end Of hostility. Sweet surrender and your Poison pen are gonna take you And make you whole again. Never gonna be the one Who said you were the one Who liked the lonesome life. All the times you stayed And prayed and thought you Had it made it was for Hope then strife.