[Verse 1]
I wish I was a painter, charcoal and buffalo
Or a presidential motorcade where the cops just come and go
So return me to the station, a box and empty bag
Fall asleep watching the twister
In some broken down hotel in Birmingham

[Verse 2]
'Cause I wish I was a calendar, numbers and good names
Variating slightly but only the pictures ever change
Mark me "return to sender", I'm like a letter without a stamp
Wasn't written to be read and I am sleepless in this bed
In some broken down hotel in Birmingham

[Verse 3]
I held hеr hand in Old Savannah, marigold print on her dress
Her hair was combеd and parted like a beautiful princess
I didn't see you at the altar, way back then you were so drunk
You were washed up on some hooker's bed behind a shitty restaurant
Bought her pretty clothes and diamonds
Like I was born to be her man
We were more than commentary or some cheap headline grab
So when the wind blows through your window
'Cause the storm don't give a damn
Pray the window doesn't break across the wrist of your writing hand
On a stationary wet with tears of the peoples backs that you stab
While you're hiding like a robber with no one's purse left to grab
Remember me standing there holding out my hand
In a broken down hotel in Birmingham
In a broken down hotel in Birmingham