I've been walking home from Jackson
I tore up these feet of mine
I've been sleeping on the carpet
I've been dancing down the line

I've been rockin', mama, through these empty towns
Full of empty people and empty sounds
Soon to be filled up and drained back down

Standing in front of me
Is my hopeless bride to be
She's pacing down the hallway
Waiting on that ring
And I'm so tired from walking,
I think I'll let her linger

Don't you cry for me
You can cry for her
Don't tell me where to go
Or tell me where to be

So long ago, I can't say when
I met you underneath a bottle of gin
And honey, you were headed out as I was going in

Standing in front of me
Is my hopeless bride to be
We're heading to the altar
We've got nothing to sing
Broken glass and romance
I wish I had that ring back