| A | E | D | |
| A stark naked | light bulb in a | room with no view |
| A | E | D | |
| This | coffee tastes | bitter, this | whiskey tastes new |
| A | E | D | |
| I | lied when I | told you that my | dreams all came true |
| Chorus: |
| A | E | |
| And it's a | helluva a | ride |
| A | D | |
| Leaves me | empty | inside |
| A | E | A | |
| And livin' | in | cheap motel | rooms |
| Another big city one more face with no name |
| And it's miles to the edge of the bed where I lay |
| The cracks in the ceiling spell out all my shame |
| Chorus |
| Bridge |
| E | D | A | |
| Oh I | sit here and count every | mile that I've | crossed |
| E | D | |
| And every | mistake that I've | made |
| A | E | D | |
| While the | flowers | fade off the | wall |
| But how do I start to stop a wheel that's on fire |
| When I can't even tell from the words of a liar |
| I'm tryin' to come down but I keep gettin' higher |
| Chorus x 2 |