Empty Pages Empty pages before my eyes, you not deny or
criticize Empty bedrooms where I paid my dues Watching the
ceiling instead of you Can you tell me where you're goin', can't
hold on to hear my song I've got some songs I'd love to sing
Always bring down some other thing Where can I go my hands are
broken It seems like your love is just a token, why won't you
stay with me? Up in the morning and out the door She won't come
in I gotta live alone Back in the evening with the darn poor
fool out I got on mind just this gal, just this gal.