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, whoever you are

For the muse and this old guitar"

And times like these, so sweet and so true

And thinking's the last thing that you wanna do

As I sit on the end of this dirty old bar

Trying to work some things out and not getting too far

And as I 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, whoever you are

For all the whiskey in this dirty old bar"

And times like these are so sad, but so true

And thinking's the last thing that you wanna do

And thinking's the last thing that you wanna do

As I sit on the bed in this hospital room

Just shedding a tear for the bride and groom

The tiniest voice starts to bellow and cry

It's my finest work yet, if today I should die

And if I was thinking, I'd be thinking, "Thank God, whoever you are

For the muse and the miracle right here in my arms"

Times like these, so sweet and so true

And thinking's the last thing that you wanna do

And thinking's the last thing that you wanna do, yeah

Thinking's the last thing that you wanna do