The Muse

As I sit on the edge of this never made bed
 Old guitar in my lap, a new tune in my head
 There she stands in the doorway just brushing her hair
 It's my beautiful muse in her underwear
 And if I was thinking, I'd be thinking thank God wherever you are
 For the muse and this old guitar
 It's times like these, so sweet and so true
 Thinking's the last thing that you wanna do
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 As I sit on the edge of this dirty old bar
 Trying to work some things out, not getting too far
 And to drown out the voices that are keeping me down
 There's a muse all alone on the other side of town
 And if I was thinking, I'd be thinking thank God wherever you are
 For all the whiskey in this dirty old bar
 Times like these are so sad but so true
 Thinking's the last thing that you wanna do
 Yeah, thinking's the last thing that you wanna do
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 As I sit on the bed of this hospital room
 Just shedding a tear for the bride and groom
 And the tiniest voice starts to bellow and cry
 It's my finest work yet, if the day I should die
 And if I was thinking, I'd be thinking thank God
 For the muse and the miracle right here in my arms
 Times like these, so sweet and so true
 Thinking's the last thing that you wanna do
 Yeah, thinking's the last thing that you wanna do
 Yeah, thinking's the last thing that you wanna do