I checked into a bargain-priced room in La Cienega
Gazed out through the curtains at the parking lot
Walked down to the corner store just before nightfall in my barefeet
Black tarry Asphalt soft and hot
And when I came back I spread out my supplies
On the counter by the sink looked myself right in the eyes
St. Joseph's baby Aspirin
Bartles and Jaymes
And you or your memory
I ducked behind the drapes when I saw the Moon begin to rise
Gathered in my loose ends, switched on the lights
And down there in the dark I could see the real truth about me
As clear as day, Lord if I make it through tonight
Then I will mend my ways
And walk the straight path to the end of my days
St. Joseph's baby Aspirin
Bartles and Jaymes
And you or your memory
