Jamie, I'm alone here on the kitchen floor

come on meet me on La Brea just this side of fourth

hey don't stop and think about what your roommates say

'cause they never really liked me that much anyway

oh they whisper and warn ya and tell ya

that something's not right

but Jamie, just tell me you won't listen at night



'cause I would buy the writing

if the walls were cheap

I'd steal a piece of heaven

if gods would sleep

I might be your salvation

I might just set you free

but everyone keeps talking

like there's something you don't see

but they don't know me



Jamie, come and meet me down in this little bar

they want to hear me play my songs

and beat up my guitar

hey don't stop and listen to what they say behind your back

well, they're starving and just making up for everything they lack

they whisper and warn ya and tell ya that you're nothing new

okay, maybe I've had me a stranger or two



I know that you haven't really heard from me in ten thousand years

everyone keeps saying how I build you up just to disappear

but they're not here



Jamie, I'm alone down on the kitchen floor

come on, meet me on La Brea like we done before

hey don't stop and think about what everybody say

they never really liked me that much anyway