sometimes i feel like screaming

while you were out. the message says, you left a number, and i tried to call, but they wrote it down, in a perfect spanish scrawl, in a perfect spanish scrawl, yet again, i'm missing you, king size bed, hotel someplace, i hear your name, i see your face, i see your face, back street dolls, and the side door johnnies, the wide eyed boys with their bags full of, money, back in the alley, going bang to the wall, tied to the tail, of a midnight crawl, heaven wouldn't be, so high i know, if the times gone by, hadn't been so low, the best laid plans, come apart at the seams, and shatter all my dreams, sometimes i feel like. screaming, close my eyes, it's times like this, my head goes down, and the only thing i know, is the name of this town, is the name of this town, yet again, i'm missing you, won't be long, o' coming home, until that distant time, i'll be moving on, i'll be moving on