Sometimes I Feel Like Screaming

While you were out… the message says
You left a number an' I tried to call
But they wrote it down in a perfect Spanish scrawl
Perfect Spanish scrawl
Yet again, I’m missing you
King size bed in a hotel someplace
I hear your name, I see your face
I see your face
Yeah…
Back street dolls and the side door Johnnies
Wide eyed boys with their bags full of money
Back in the alley going bang to the wall
Tied to the tail of a midnight crawl
Heaven wouldn’t be so high, I know
If the times gone by hadn’t been so low
Best laid plans come apart at the seams