Did she stay with you ‘til morning?
Did she fly about the room
like a mystical seductress
with a black hat and a broom?
Did she cook you up a potion
sure to make you fall in love?
Is she who you’re dreaming of?

Did you waltz across the ballroom
in those patent-leather pumps
or did you boogie in the mosh pit
taking in those grinds and bumps?
Did she swoon when you embraced her
as she praised the lord above?
Is she who you’re dreaming of?

Did you dine in fine extravagance
froufrou by candlelight
or did you slam a couple burgers
at the bar on Friday night?
And does her southern mother really have her
wear white satin gloves?
Is she who you’re dreaming of?

Did she stay with you ‘til morning?
Did she awake within your arms?
Did you promise to protect her
from all evil and all harm?
Is her touch that special feeling
that you’ll never get enough?
Is she who you’re dreaming of?

I’ve been runnin’ down this road an’ I don’t know
if I’m the chaser or the chased
but I stopped here for the night
‘cause either way it’s gettin’ late
An’ I’m runnin’ low on options
I’m runnin’ low on fuel
as I contemplate tomorrow
how to settle up with you
and I speculate the chances whether
I could ever really settle up with you

You know, lately I’ve been rollin’ rough
an’ this trail is windin’ down
so I’ve been wond’rin’ like you
if I’d be comin’ back around
You see I’ve burned a lot of bridges
sometimes, just walked away
but I don’t regret the things I’ve done
most of the time, on most days
no, I don’t regret the things I’ve done
most of the time, on most days

Y’see, the devil wears a kindly mask
as a comrade and a friend
Saint Peter wears a scowl
to condemn and condescend
And I can see the angels comin’
I think they want to take me home
but my view from this motel window
ain’t real good, I may be wrong
yeah, from here the view is hazy
I just might be wrong

I loved you like no other
my torment a grand bouquet
but, I wasn’t sure if you’re the devil or Saint Peter
so I just walked away
And I miss you more than ever
though I’m giving up this chase
an’ the measure of this back ‘n’ forth . . .
it was I who walked away
yes, the essence of this tragedy . . .
I just walked away

You say that I’ve mistreated you
an’ maybe cheated on you
takin’ all you own an’ leavin’ loneliness
I’m a heartless soul
well, I don’t recall you ever havin’ money
but if that’s the situation, honey
call yourself an Uber an’ just
put it on my bill

Well, I stand accused of being gone
or not – comin’ home till dawn
stealin’ precious moments from your happiness
when you’re all alone
well – I do what I have to do
an’ if that’s not just alright with you
then charge it to my Visa card
an’ add it to my bill

I stay out late ‘cause god knows why
an’ I can’t explain – or even try
or how we both got into such a mess
I can’t deny
it, an’ I don’t think I’m gonna change my ways
an’ for the record, you know I never strayed
but, if that’s your explanation,
you can add it to my bill

I just adore
your beautiful brown eyes,
your way of makin’ love an’ raisin’ hell
but it’s just as well
an’ even so I never told you lies
but if you gotta go then fare thee well
call yourself an Uber an’ just
put it on my bill