Besedila: Kris Kristofferson. Please Don't Tell Me How the Story Ends: The Publishing Demos1968-72. Smile at Me Again.

Monday caught me early
Comin' down by surprise
Waiting for a signal light to change

Breathing something bitter
That was burnin' my eyes
Thinkin' I'd go drink myself
Back home on the range

Shot down and sinking fast
On Sunset Strip
Holding on to something in my head

Everything gets heavy
When you're losin' your grip
Nothin' looks as empty
As a motel bed

Lord, I'm still a stranger
In this God-forsaken land
Farther from my future
And my friends

I'm gonna take enough
To wake me up and make me
One last one night stand
Then take me home to something's
Gonna smile at me again

Break my connections
When I shake me loose
Give my old equipment
To the band

Let my friend, the Devil
Pay the rest of my dues
Take me home to something's
Gonna smile at me again

I said, take me home to something's
Gonna smile at me again
Take me home to something's
Gonna smile at me again

'Cause the nights
Get a little bit brighter
And them bars get a little bit better
And the sweet is a little bit sweeter, ooh, Lord
But them blues
Lord, it's still the same old song