I Woke up with a war in my head An old man's grumble And an extra space in the bed And if ol' John Prine can't sing the next line 'bout something that can make me smile I'm gonna have to be content To stare at yer baby photos till it makes some sense Were you ever mine anyway? Speak up as i drop away... I wrote down what i think on the head of a matchstick Wrote it all short n' sweet, all that made sense to me Burnt 6000 minds, sorry for all the times I just can't add up the sums to find the damage we've done I fell for you like a dog from a tree Keep a straight stitched face As the ground makes a bed for me I keep my eyes where it fell, sends no replies And you can run so long from sadness That you're never at home for the fun I can't make excuses For the short hand abuses Thank God it ain't a sunday night I wrote down what i think on the head of a matchstick I wrote it all short n' sweet, all that made sense to me Burnt 6000 minds, sorry for all the times I just can't add up the sums to find the damage I wrote down what I think on the head of a matchstick I Wrote it all short and sweet, all that made sense to me Burning out in the lights, and I'm sorry for all times I just can't see how it comes The damage we've done The damage we've done...