Hey Casanova

You don't look too good

But I know times are tough



You never found your paradise

Like you said you would

And it's all catching up



Maybe that will never change

You may never come to your promised land

And it's a gray morning



With all you have

Still you turn your back

You're given every chance

How can you ask more than that?

Still you have to ask



Hey tragic hero

Did you get passed by?

What do all those heathens know?



Have a seat, cup of wine

And have a good cry

And then it's time to go



'Cause you're living up to your own worst cases

Looking for hope in some pretty strange places

And it's a gray morning



With all you have

Still you turn your back

You're given every chance

How can you ask more than that?

Still you have to ask

I really need for you to ask



With all you have

Still you're turning, turning, oh

With all you have

Still you're turning, you're turning, oh



Hey you lone ranger

Is it cold tonight?

So far beneath the stars

Maybe the desert do you good