Good morning heartache
you're like an old [bad word] and see me again

Woke up I'm in Cleveland again
a dotted line that never ends
I've got stories that you'll never believe
and I know it I wear it I wear it on my sleeve

There must be somethin' about you that I liked
but right here in the rain it just don't seem right
I always go out I never hide
but in Cleveland I should have stayed inside
 [bad word] 

I Testify my love for you
'cuz I know [bad word] deep through your body too
from the cold blacktop to the hot concrete
from this old tan van it ain't so sweet
 [bad word] 

Somewhere in America in the city at night
we were far from home but you know it was gonna be alright

The unfortunate get prayed on by vultures eyes
86 cents in these pockets of mine
You can take my money, you can take my time
But you can't take my heart, it's in the city behind