Red Thing Lyrics

I think I'll sleep on the back porch tonight
And count the stars way up in the sky
I can't think in words and notes anymore
My life's been written down so many times before
With a red thing
The song was played over and over
No need to turn the album over
Riding the rays right down in to the morning
Burning up the novel and the little little red thing
The red thing's turning tuning in on me
Like a valentine card that never ever came
The red thing is turning tuning in on me
If you didn't sing it you wouldn't have to dream it
If you didn't sing it just might come true
I'm staring right into the musical selection
Better check my pulse and my respiration
Because the 8 Ball's lost it's only jukebox
The ball game's over and all I really got is just a red thing
I'm parking outside with all my dirty laundry
The streets are clean but it isn't even morning
Tuesday's they seem to be so forgotten
Unless you got a cup of coffee and a little red thing