The day I lost my voice.

You see, love is a drink that goes straight to my head, and time is a lover... I'm caught in her stare. [I've got my life in a suitcase.] For a moment in time I was a woman and the world made sense. Oh, what do I know?

It's brittle and it trembles as the wind is coming toward. If you string it up, it dries right out with time. So raise your glass to that new dollar in the bank we're reaching for. The drink was sweeter before we had a dime.

If you feel restless where you are, it may be easier to stay. [I've got my life in a suitcase.] There are a million other fools to make your bed. They'll be closing all the shades to keep you right there in that grave. I'll be knocking 'cause you never left my head.

Oh, what the hell do I know?