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 pa**ed 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