Verse 1This Winter Afternoon I AroseFrom My Two Week Bed Ridden BenderTrying To Find Some HopeIn My Dirty Jeans, Tall Boy And A FenderI Always Knew You Were Too CoolThe First Cig I Smoked Was With YouAnd I Lied, But Had Always Wanted ToNow I Can’t Find Things To DoChorusSo I’ll Make This Guitar SingAnd Find AnythingThat’ll Make Me Wander This Desert Bedroom AgainInstrumentalVerse 2I’ve Lost A Little WeightCan’t Really Tell You The DateBut My Corneas Have Been Burnt To CrispAnd Maybe I’ll Get A GripChorusSo I’ll Make This Guitar SingAnd Find AnythingThat’ll Make Me Wander This Desert Bedroom AgainIf I Make This Guitar SingAnd Find AnythingThat’ll Make Me Wander This Desert Bedroom Once Again
