Tonight she'll be beautiful again
And I'll be full of wine again
And all I'll remember as the fire turns to ember
Is that her lips were so warm and my feet were almost cold
Halfway through December
A cowboy Saturday night
And a poet Sunday afternoon
I woke up dreaming of my trust fund
With a start that split the spoon
And don't blame the tonic, blame the gin
I sent you a million kisses on the wind
But the wind was roaring, and turned into stormy whirls
That placed them on the lips of other girls
And do blame anyone but me…
Blame this city, blame the movies, blame our genes
That all the girls are turning into ladies
And us my brothers, we're turning into machines
Forgive me and keep me safe from harm
Wrap me up in tender arms
There are so many faces
And I always get lost in the wrong places
So strap these anchors to my heart
Strap these anchors to my heart
(Strap these anchors to this heart)