DESCRIPTION:
from 1988's "Desert Orchid"

Well I woke up in the morning
With the sun burning hot on my bed
My brain was shriveled in some brine
It swished around and around in my head
I gotta Dresden bombing oh such pain
Saw the bottle by the bed only I'm to blame
Dragged myself on down the stairs
And I'm back on the streets once again
Time has taken its toll on you
Time has worn you through and through
Well there's me and my TV
And the sheets too clean to think about sleep
I'm down on my knees
I grip my soul and feel so weak
You swear you been watching the men from mars
You think of the past while you look at the stars
Just like the devil in the deep blue sea
Yes it has through and through