(Pack - Drummond) Sometimes I think about the only way That I'll ever see life beyond L.A. is dying I sit in the corner of a hotel room With a room service menu and I'm looking at the moon I'm crying I'm out here waiting, praying, trying to keep from sayin' That I don't miss you, though I do You've got me shaking, praying, trying to keep from sayin' That I don't miss you, though I do You know I do... Livin' out here you soon come to know That it ain't how good you are as much as who you know and how you fake it Working this dive it's a matter of time 'Cause I'm a good lead player got a way with a line And I can make it And when the day breaks dawn Something is in my room When all my faith is gone Something begets my gloom I'm out here waiting, praying, trying to keep from sayin' That I don't miss you, though I do You've got me shaking, playing, trying to keep from sayin' That I don't miss you, though I do Well, you know I do Yes.I do Sometimes I think about the only time That I'll ever be happy in my own mind is dying...