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November Rain

Raven Wolf


October 30th, 1992 She hurried down the front steps of her house to her waiting burgandy 1988 Ford Escort. Shaking off the cold, and throwing purse and books in the back seat, on top of John's blue and white rain coat, she waitied for the car to warm up a little, and warmed her hands in front of the heater. Checking the time, she put the car in drive, and looped around the half-moon driveway to the road, and stoped, waiting for the early morning traffic to die down so she could turn right. She pulled out of her driveway, and a few hundered feet up the road, turned right again, up one of the back roads she took each day on her way to college. About a half-mile later, and one more turn to the right, she finaly took the time to light a cigarrette, and settled back for the drive, which would last quite a few more miles. She passed her church on the right, followed by Jim Kent's trailer, her "boyfriend". Though, for the last few months, they hadn't seen much of each other. She felt she needed to make some changes in her life. Nothing seemed to make sense. She'd been going through the motions for so long in her life, doing what everyone expected of her. She had the "nice guy" boyfriend, whom everyone was convenced that, once she'd gotton out of college, she'd marry. Then there was college, studying a subject that had lost it's pull in her heart, if it ever had one. Up until a few weeks ago, she'd felt trapped on a runaway train, no going back. But, after being haunted for years with premonitions of her own death, and then the "reading" she got from her ex-lover Nicholas, who'd tried to assure her that she wouldn't die, but that she'd come back from the dead, she had told Jim she needed some time to herself. The relationship wasn't working and she knew it. Certainly not after she'd met John, the owner of the rain jacket in the back of her car. She put out the last smoldering butt of her cigarrette, and flicked it out the slightly cracked window. That caused her to take notice of someone in her rearview mirror. A large, white truck, which came up out of no where, and was catching up to her at a high rate of speed. She turned down the tape in her tape deck, and kept an eye on the guy who'd suddenly taken up residence on her back-bumper. It was a narrow-winding road, and any speed much over 40 was realy not a good idea, but she uped it to about 50. This was still not enough for her new traveling companion, so, when she saw the 4 way stop comming up ahead, she slowed down, turned on a blinker, and pulled over at the stop sign, giving the guy plenty of room to go around her. There was no one else on these back roads, which was why she chose them. The imposing white pick-up went around her as she expected, but then pulled slightly over and locked down on the brakes, stopping dead in the road. Nothing could prepare her for what came next."You God Damn bitch! Who the f*** taught you how to drive, anyway?" The middle aged man had gotton out of his truck, and was approaching her car. In a blind panic, she swirved around him, through the 4-way, and kept going as fast as the car could go the rest of the way.She sat through her first 2 classes in a daze, not realy taking in anything that the teachers were saying. At lunch time, she entered the smoke filled game room in the student center, where John Gray was already playing pool, cigarrette in hand. (He looked like a 20-something version of that guy who was the love interest on Dr. Quin, Medicine Woman, with the same waist length curly sandy blonde hair, half grown beard, and bright blue eyes.) "Hey babe!" He shouted a greeting to her. She went to him and hugged him, which was not an easy task, as he was a good foot taller than her. "Baby, what's wrong?""I'm just having a Monday on a Friday, that's all." She proceeded to tell him what had happened, which increased the sound of worry in his voice."Do you have any idea who he was? Have you ever seen him before?" Since he was studying Criminal Justice, this brought out the investigater in him, as well as his strong, protective instinct. She assured him she'd never seen him before, and he must have turned off somewhere, since he never caught up to her."I still don't like this. Want me to take you home after school?""What about my car? And what about the fact that mom doesn't know you exist?""I don't know. We could just say your car overheated again or something. I don't want to leave you alone.""John, I'm probably just over-reacting. It was just some crazy drunk on a Friday. Guess he was getting a head start on his drinking and driving or something.""Well, at least let me pick you up on Monday. The odds are even better that you'll run into him on the same road at the same time of day Monday than this afternoon anyway." He grined. "It's been a long time since I got to beat the shit outta somebody!"She laughed."Erin, I'm serious. I don't want anything to happen to you. Remember those premonitions you were telling me you'd been having? Maybe this is why! I love you and I don't wanna lose you." He sat down and pulled her into his lap.She looked at him and smiled. "I love you too. But, what if it's fate? I can't keep looking around the corner at every little thing the rest of my life. I can't live like that, and I wouldn't ask you too, either." The trip home was uneventfull, and that evening, the phone rang. It was Jim, whom she hadn't heard from in a while. She tried to just play it cool."Hi, Jim. What's up?""The church is having a get together tomarrow, for Halloween. Would you like to come?""A "church-approved" Halloween? Wow. There's a party!"After a few more minutes, he talked her into attending, and she told him what had happened that morning."What did you do to provoke that? Did you give him the finger or something?""Jim, why is it, when I tell you something like this, you're always accusing me of somehow "bringing it on myself"? You've always gotta blame me somehow. Why can't you just be supportive?""Well, that's just like something you'd do.""Oh, just forget it. I'll come to the stupid thing Saturday. Happy?"October 31st, 1992 HalloweenThat was the last she talked to him untill the next evening. They decided to meet over at another church member's house for a Christian themed Haloween party. She told several other people of what had happened Friday morning, and one guy suddenly suggested she buy a hand gun, for protection. Jim, as expected, strongly disapproved. November 1st, 1992, SundayShe felt she was in a kind of surreal moment, that imprinted itself on her brain as she stood at the front of her Church Sunday afternoon, a slick, new handgun in her hand. "I'm shopping for a gun at a church. There's gotta be something about that in the 10 commandments, somewhere," she thought to herself. It felt cool and heavy for it's size in her hand."How are you even gonna know how to fire that?" Jim asked from behind her."Nicholas taught me how to shoot, remember?" He remembered, and walked off to talk to someone else."How much for this one?" She asked."$40."She frowned, thinking. "I don't have $40 right now. Can you hold it for me 'till I get the money?" The man agreed.November 2nd, 1992 (Monday)The clock radio split open the morning, jolting her out of bed, and into the shower. She stood naked before her closet, when this sudden strange feeling came over her, and she wished she'd taken up John on his offer to pick her up. She closed her eyes for a moment, and then decided she was going to beat this thing, and then go off with John after their last class for drinks, to celibrate. She picked her favorite sweater, with its stylized roses, matching slacks, and neon pink sweade ankle high boots. Suddenly, she thought, "I'd better leave early, and maybe I can avoid that guy." This suddenly felt like the end of the road. This day. She felt sure of it. If she could make it through this day, to hell with the "good girl" image she'd tried to portray to get her mother and others to not think badly of her. She was going to start to LIVE. She'd move in with John, agree to meet his band, and start a new chapter in her life. This was it. This was the day. Either she'd live or she'd die. She paused by her dresser. Jim's class ring. Her Mom would wonder what was wrong if she wasn't wearing it. She grabbed it up and slid it on her index finger and walked into the kitchen."Ta-da!" She held her hands out, as if presenting a suprise to the world."Nice!" Her mom said. "That goes well together. Aren't you going to get something to eat?""Not time. Gotta go."She rushed outside to her car, wishing she had John's coat on, which still resided on the back seat of her car. The bitter cold mist made her cold to her bones. She cranked the car, and thought for a second. If she turned left instead of right, and took 52 down to Old Cornelia hwy, rather than the back road she usualy took, which had less trafic, maybe she could elminate the last chance of a repeat of Friday's events.She turned left, and pushed her speed as much as she could, considering the rain and not wanting a ticket. About 10 miles later, she turned left on Old Cornelia hwy. and hoped for the best. As she passed where her back road intersected the road she was on, she popped the Red Hot Chili Peppers "Under the Bridge" into her tape player.Sometimes I feel Like I don't have a partner Sometimes I feel Like my only friend Is the city I live in The city of angels Lonely as I am Together we cry I drive on her streets 'Cause she's my companion I walk through her hills 'Cause she knows who I am She sees my good deeds And she kisses me windy I never worry Now that is a lie I don't ever want to feel Like I did that day Take me to the place I love Take me all the way It's hard to believe That there's nobody out there It's hard to believe That I'm all alone At least I have her love The city she loves me Lonely as I am Together we cry I don't ever want to feel Like I did that day Take me to the place I love Take me all that way Under the bridge downtown Is where I drew some blood Under the bridge downtown I could not get enough Under the bridge downtown Forgot about my love Under the bridge downtown I gave my life awayShe looked up, and for a moment, thought she was loosing her mind. The white Chevrolet pick up truck from the Friday before was gaining ground on her...fast. It was now or never. "John, I'm coming to you," she whispered as she put the gas peddle to the floor. She hoped that her little car could take the sharp curves in the rain better than the huge extended cab pick-up of her pursuer. Up ahead was a gas station. Perhaps she could stop there and get someone to call the cops. Suddenly, inspiration hit, as the truck gained on her little by little, she slowed slightly as she approached the gas station, and turned on her turn signal, glancing in her rearviewmirror as she popped another tape into her tape player.J. Bon Jovi I wake up in the morning And I raise my weary head I've got an old coat for a pillow And the earth was last night's bed I don't know where I'm going Only God knows where I've been I'm a devil on the run A six gun lover A candle in the wind When you're brought into this world They say you're born in sin Well at least they gave me something I didn't have to steal or have to win Well they tell me that I'm wanted Yeah, I'm a wanted man I'm a colt in your stable I'm what Cain was to Abel Mister catch me if you can I'm going out in a blaze of glory Take me now but know the truth I'm going out in a blaze of glory Lord I never drew first But I drew first blood I'm no one's son Call me young gun You ask about my conscience And I offer you my soul You ask if I'll grow to be a wise man Well I ask if I'll grow old You ask me if I've known love And what it's like to sing songs in the rain Well, I've seen love come And I've seen it shot down I've seen it die in vain Shot down in a blaze of glory Take me now but know the truth 'Cause I'm going down in a blaze of glory Lord I never drew first But I drew first blood I'm the devil's son Call me young gun Solo Each night I go to bed I pray the Lord my soul to keep No I ain't looking for forgiveness But before I'm six foot deep Lord, I got to ask a favor And hope you'll understand 'Cause I've lived life to the fullest Let this boy die like a man Staring down a bullet Let me make my final stand Shot down in a blaze of glory Take me now but know the truth I'm going out in a blaze of glory Lord I never drew first But I drew first blood And I'm no one's son Call me young gun I'm a young gun As the song played, she was speeding in the run for her life, having temporairaly tricked the man following her into thinking she was turning. She looked down at the spedomitor, and noted that the it only red up to 80 mph, and the needle was unable to go any farther to show how fast she was actualy going. She flicked the cigarrete out the window into the blowing rain, so that she had both hands for the wheel. She glanced behind her, and saw the truck again hot on her tail, but now she'd finaly reached the Golden Pantry she saw as her safe haven. Inspiration hit her again, as a sort of out-of-body experience overwhelmed her. This was quite definatly the end of the road. Whether she lived or she died, nothing would ever be the same. As she pulled into the parking lot, she felt she needed to leave a message to the world, and changed tapes to her November Rain tape, which she'd always felt was somehow "her song". She hit the brakes in the parking lot, glancing toward the inside of the gas station where she'd baught most of her cigarretes. She'd gotton to know the woman inside, at least well enough for her to not think she was nuts, and she knew there was a phone right there where she could dial 911. As she touched the key to turn off the car, she glanced one more time in her rear-view mirror and saw that the strange man had already caught up to her. There might not be time to make it inside after all. He sped into the parking lot and to her left side, exiting the car as he had before, and began screaming at her again. She didn't hear what he said. All that got her attention was his right hand, reaching inside his coat. One word entered her mind. "GUN." As her Guns & Roses tape blaired, she whiped the car in reverse.When I look into your eyes I can see a love restrained But darlin' when I hold you Don't you know I feel the same 'Cause nothin' lasts forever And we both know hearts can change And it's hard to hold a candle In the cold November rain We've been through this such a long long time Just tryin' to kill the pain But lovers always come and lovers always go An no one's really sure who's lettin' go today Walking away If we could take the time to lay it on the line I could rest my head Just knowin' that you were mine All mine So if you want to love me then darlin' don't refrain Or I'll just end up walkin' In the cold November rain Do you need some time...on your own Do you need some time...all alone Everybody needs some time...on their own Don't you know you need some time...all alone I know it's hard to keep an open heart When even friends seem out to harm you But if you could heal a broken heart Wouldn't time be out to charm you Sometimes I need some time...on my own Sometimes I need some time...all alone Everybody needs some time...on their own Don't you know you need some time...all alone And when your fears subside And shadows still remain I know that you can love me When there's no one left to blame So never mind the darkness We still can find a way 'Cause nothin' lasts forever Even cold November rain Don't ya think that you need somebody Don't ya think that you need someone Everybody needs somebody You're not the only one You're not the only one She screached the car in reverse through the parking lot, as the song she'd sung to her beloved John blasted through her speakers. For a moment, she wondered why she was staging this like a movie. "Because it is. And this one may not have a happy ending." She stopped on the hill/driveway, and cursed the black truck which was parked on the side of the road, with a "For Sale" sign in the windshield, making it impossible to see to her left. It was clear to the right, but what about the left. She strained to sit higher in her seat, as the rain blew in the slightly cracked window where she'd flicked out her cigarrette a while earlier. She glanced in the rearview mirror once more, and saw the white truck was ripping out after her. It's strange how sometimes, time seems to stand still and things happen in the blink of an eye that you'd never expect to happen at all. In these moments, lives are won or lost. In that split second, she knew she had to go. She'd either die staying, or perhaps going. Either way. This was the end. An image of Kevin Costner in Dances With Wolves came to her mind, as he road his horse off the end of a cliff, rather than stay and get shot in the back. She floarboared the car. And remembered nothing else. A truck exactly like the one which had been following her struck her in the driver's door, spinning the car around and taking out a mailbox on the other side of the road.The November Rain continued to fall.....

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The tan phone in the living room, started ringing, catching Mary Anne's attention as she was busy with her dayly chores. She was a bit surprised to hear Jim Jacobs, her daugher's minister, on the other end of the line. She tried to make sense of what he was saying, "They found my number in her purse...." She didn't hear anything else, and fell to the floor.

The emergency room was a madhouse of yelling, bright light, and too many broken-hearted people. She'd manged to get her husband, Wayne, on the phone, and after what seemed like an eternity, were able to talk to one of the doctors.

"She was dead when the EMT's got to her, but they were able to revive her. She's in a deep coma. There's really no telling how long she might hang on. It could be a day, a week, or she may not wake up at all."

Her car was cleaned out, and the blue and white rain jacket found, undamaged, in the back seat. Her father was given the task of taking it back to the school, since her mother knew that she had helped some guy named "John Gray", who had car troubles one day, meaning it was probably his jacket. A receptionist went to the class John was in to deliver it to him.

"Someone left this for you."

His eyes widened. When she hadn't arrived at school that fatefull Monday morning, he'd been unable to think of anything other than what had happened to her, and what he was going to do. He didn't have her phone number, her address, anything.

"Where is she? What happened to her?" He demanded.

"I don't know. Someone just told me to deliver this to you."

He was heartbroken. Did this mean she was dead? He couldn't bear to think that. Flashes of the time they'd had together filled his mind. He couldn't take being alone anymore.

A few days later, knumb to everything else, he picked up the phone to call Mary, the married woman he'd been having an affair with up until the time he'd met her..... He couldn't think about that now.

The next week was filled with waiting. People were brought in, and often brought back out with a toe-tag. Slowly, word spread across several counties of what had happened. The police came in, prepared to present a ticket for failure to yeald right of way. When they learned what had happened, the ticket was waved. There was an investigation into who the mystery man in the truck was, but with the only eye witness circling the drain, there wasn't much to go on. The woman who'd hit her was fortunatly unharmed, and had not seen the other truck. Mary Anne was suprised to find herself, on more than one occasion, in a store, picking up a few essentials during the short time she spent away from her daughter's bedside, suddenly interupted by total strangers who seemed to know who she was, and asked "How's your daughter?" An ecclectice parade of strange people came into the ICU waiting room, wanting to see her. Then, there was the day when Brandon Reed arrived. He was a guy she'd known in high school and had once been close to, before his obsession with her caused him to attempt to rape her and then, on several occasions, out of some kind of insane rage, to kill her by running her off the road. He pushed his way toward where she lay, before her mother interveined. An argument insued, with him insisting he had to see her, and her parents and Jim refusing. He finaly backed off, saying before he left.... "I hope you don't think I came here just to gloat." Her mother had had enough. "Get the hell out of here!" She demanded. That was the last they ever saw of him.

She was oblivious to the drama playing out outside, caught up in a drama of a different kind, on some other plane of existance. She was in some kind of dark stairway, with white stairs, spiraling upward. Somewhere along the way, they dissappeared, and she found herself somehow caught in some dark world in between worlds.... A limbo. There was no sense of time, or space, or anything. Then, something in her responded to a sound....

Aerosmith:: Rag Doll


Rag Doll, livin' in a movie

Hot tramp, daddy's little cutie

So fine, they'll never see ya

Leavin' by the back door, yeah

Hot time, get it while it's easy

Don't mind, come on up and see me

Rag Doll, baby won't you do me

Like you done before

I'm feelin' like a bad boy

Mmm, just like a bad boy

I'm rippin' up a Rag Doll

Like throwing away an old toy

Some babe's talkin' real loud

Talkin' all about the new crowd

Try and sell me on an old dream

A new version of the old scene

Speak easy on the grape vine

Keep shufflin' the shoe shine

Old tin lizzy, do it till you're dizzy

Give it all ya got until you're put out of your misery


Yes, I'm movin', Yes I'm movin'

get ready for the big time

Tap dancing on a land mine

Yes I'm movin', Yes I'm movin'

Old tin lizzy, do it till you're dizzy

Give it all ya got until you're put out of your misery


Baby won't you do me, baby won't you do me....

Like you done before (huh huh)

Yes, I'm movin', Yes I'm movin'

Get ready for the big time

Get crazy on the moonshine

Yes, I'm movin', I'm really movin'

Sloe gin fizzy

Do it till you're dizzy

Give it all you got until you're put out of your misery

(Repeat Chorus)

"Hey, did you see that?" Mary Anne suddenly said, catching the attention of the room full of people who had gathered for a sort of birthday party, since it was her 19th birthday on this 22nd of November. She pointed out the movement in the girl's lips, along with the facial guestures, which seemed to go along with the song that was playing. The song ended, as well as the movement. She rewound the tape, and began playing it again. This time, everyone in the room watched in suprise as she continued to lip sync to the songs that were playing. Word quickly spread around the Acute care floor, which she had been moved to just the day before. Her shattered leg was then operated on, and the responses she gave to things and people around her became more frequent, and more exagerated. Soon, she was lip synking to all of the songs on all of the tapes that were there, and within days, was trying to talk. For the first two days, she refused to sleep, though doctors and her family tried everything to get her to. "I don't want to go back to that dark place", she kept saying. Within days, she asked a question that shocked her mother.

"Who is John?"

"John? I don't know. You knew a lot of Johns in high school."

"I'm in high school?"

"No, you're in college."

"Do I have a car?"

"You used to!" It was an effort to keep from both laughing and crying at the same time.

"John is in college."

"You remember college?"

"No. But I remember John. Who is John?"

Finaly it hit her. "You mentioned a friend in college named John Gray to me once. You called to say his car broke down and you were giving him a ride to get it fixed."

"I have a car?"

Her memory was swiss-cheesed. There were bits and fragments coming in, none of which made sense. Her mother asked if she rememberd the accident.

"You said someone was following you Friday. Did he cause this? Do you remember what his truck looked like? Or the truck that hit you?"

She thought hard. There was a blurry image. "Was it black?"

"No, it was white." She thought for a minute. "But there was a black truck parked on the side of the road to your left. Maybe you couldn't see what hit you because of that?"

It took several weeks, and all the doctors said she'd never remember the wreck, but bits & pieces of it slowly started to come back. Along with the memory of people. She insisted on her mother bringing all her books and notebooks from home. At the same time, another name came back to her. "Nichlas." She called for Nicholas for days, untill Jim finaly got his number from her phone book, called Nicholas' mother, and tracked him down, to tell him what had happened to her and that she was asking for him, almost constantly. She remembered almost nothing else. Not how to spell, or do even the most basic of tasks. She couldn't remember all the faces of the people from her church that came and went each day, or even her own uncle and cousines. But, one day, when being wheeled out of her room, she saw a familiar, tall figure walking down the hall in her direction.

"Nicholas!" Her weak, raspy voice called out to her long time friend and mentor, whom she'd never stopped loving. She seemed to draw in more energy from the visit, though he was rather uncomfortable, being a recluse and misfit, who rarely went out into public. She improved stedaly from that point, and soon just a couple of months after the wreck, was moved to the Re-Hab floor. Now she could begin to work on what she knew she had to do. John was a secret. That must have been why her mother didn't automaticaly know who he was. In one of her college notebooks, she found a phone number, with the name "John Gray", written in unfamilior handwriting. Then, she found a phone book in her room one day, and looked up the number for Gainesville College. All this was difficult to keep secret, as she had almost no time to herself. Plus, she was terrified to try to talk to this man that she knew she loved, but couldn't even remember clearly. She had no memory of college, or really anything past being a pre-teen, but there were glimpses going through her mind of a man that she couldn't see clearly, and sometimes, something about a large swimming pool. Finaly, one day, she knew she had to at least try. She called his number first, and heard a husky man's voice on an answering machine. "John? I don't really know how to say this. This is Erin. I was in a car accident in November, and I found your number in one of my notebooks. I can't remember anything, but I have a feeling you are very important to me. Please, if you can, come to see me at Northeast GA Medical center. Room 26. Visiting hours end at 9, so everyone else will be gone by then. Come here at 9, and I'll make sure you can get in." After her heart stopped pownding, she then called the college. She left the same message with them, hoping that he got at least one of them.

That night, after she alerted the nurses that someone might be coming at 9 pm, and that it was important they let him in, she waited in her wheelchair, brushing her hair, which was now parted on the right, rather than the left, so she could cover up the part that had been shaved. She watched as various people walked up and down the hall, hardly able to breathe. Suddenly, a tall man with extreamly long hair walked past her door, paused, looked at the number, and looked inside.

"John?" she asked quietly.

He walked in the door, towards her, and she pushed up on the armrests of her wheelchair, forcing herself to stand, so she could hug him.

"Oh, honey, be careful!" He held her up as she stood on shaky legs, arms wraped tightly around him. He wiped the tears from her eyes, and urged her to sit down again.

"I thought you were dead," he said, blinking back tears of his own.

"I'll always keep you guessing." She smiled. After a few minutes, she forced herself to her feet again, and sat in his lap, arm around his shoulders. As he kissed her, she had a sudden flash of a swimming pool again. They had been at the indoor, heated pool at the college, and when she wasn't looking, he wrapped his arms around her waist and jumped into the pool! "We were quite an item, weren't we?" she asked.

"Yes, we were." He paused, a pained look on his face. "I have something to tell you, and I don't quite know how." He took a breath. "Do you remember Mary?"

She paused... "I....I think so. There was.... some other woman, wasn't there?"

"Yes." He struggeled to find the words. "I don't know how to say this other than just to say it." He paused again. "When you dissapeard from school, I didn't know what to think. I didn't know if you were dead, or had run out on me, or something. I didn't know what to do. I know it probably wasn't the smart thing to do, but.... I'm sorry. I was upset... and... I went back to Mary."

She hugged him, and then kissed him gently. "It's ok. I understand."

"I never wanted to hurt you. You know that, don't you?"

"I know, my love. I know." She kissed him again, and touched his face softly. "All I want is for you to be happy. If she makes you happy, you need to go for it." Inside, she felt such loss, but she had to let him go. It was better to let him go now than to be dumped by him later on. She wasn't the woman he'd fallen in love with, as much as she wanted to be, and he deserved so much more. "I'll always love you, John. Remember that." She placed her forhead against his and closed her eyes.

"There was a song that I kept listening to, while I've been here. Several, actualy. "November Rain was one, but there was another that somehow felt like it must have been our song. Have you heard this?" She held up a tape, labeled "Bed of Roses", then placed it in the tape player.

Tears filled his eyes. "Yes. That and November Rain. Those were our songs."

She stood up. "Dance with me," she said and held out her arms.

Bed Of Roses (Bon Jovi)

Sitting here wasted and wounded

At this old piano

Trying hard to capture

The moment this morning i don't know

'cause a bottle of vodka

Is still lodged in my head

And some blond gave me nightmares

I think she's still in my bed

As i dream about movies

They won't make of me when i'm dead

With an ironclad fist i wake up and

French kiss the morning

While some marching band keeps

Its own beat in my head

While we're talking

About all of the things that i long to believe

About love and the truth and

What you mean to me

And the truth is baby you're all that i need

I want to lay you on a bed of roses

For tonite i sleep on a bed on nails

I want to be just as close as the holy ghost is

And lay you down on bed of roses

Well i'm so far away

That each step that i take is on my way home

A king's ransom in dimes i'd given each night

Just to see through this payphone

Still i run out of time

Or it's hard to get through

Till the bird on the wire flies me back to you

I'll just close my eyes and whisper,

Baby blind love is true

I want to lay you down on a bed of roses

For tonite i sleep on a bed on nails

I want to be just as close as the holy ghost is

And lay you down on bed of roses

The hotel bar hangover whiskey's gone dry

The barkeeper's wig's crooked

And she's giving me the eye

I might have said yeah

But i laughed so hard i think i died

When you close your eyes

Know i'll be thinking about you

While my mistress she calls me

To stand in her spotlight again

Tonite i won't be alone

But you know that don't

Mean i'm not lonely i've got nothing to prove

For it's you that i'd die to defend

I want to lay you down on a bed of roses

For tonite i sleep on a bed on nails

I want to be just as close as the holy ghost is

And lay you down on bed of roses

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