In My Studio

I gaze down the lip
Of an empty bottle
I guess I've learned
Something from this
But what is it...?
And I stare at his hands
So far away
Around her waist
And it's cold in here
In my studio

There is nothing
I wouldn't do
For him

So I play my guitar
And the words
Empty my soul
It's plain to me
What has happened
Mmmm...
But I still wait
And I still listen
For the telephone
And I hate to admit
I'm still crying over it.

There is nothing
I wouldn't give
To him