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