On Monday I wished it was Tuesday night
So I could wish for the weekend to come
On Tuesday I wished that the night would pass
So I could call you on the phone
Now a man can spend a lot of time
Wondering what was on Jack Ruby's mind
And time is all I have without you here
On Wednesday when you hung up
It was as much as I could do
To stop from wishing Thursday
Would pass so quickly too
They're out there making history
In the Lenin Shipyards today
And here I am in the Hammersmith Hotel
Wishing the days away
There's always room for one more soul
Down in the Human Zoo
I don't want you to come here though
I want to come home to you
Somebody's knocking at the door
Its later than I think
And its time to put on these stinking clothes
And get out there and stink
On Friday I wished there was something more
To be seen in the letters you send
On Saturday I wished it was Sunday
Oh will this torment ever end
Sometimes I get a notion to put a torch
To the tools of my trade
Here I am in the Hammersmith Hotel
Wishing the days awayUp from the ashes, out of the flames
Keeps getting stronger, like a slow rolling train
Watch it run
Oh, why do the good die young
Burning like a shooting star
Born with a broken heart
Off in the distance, it was calling my name
So I took me a ride, on that slow rolling train
It still runs
But it seems that the good die young
Playing on that sad guitar
Born with a broken heart
Burning like a shooting star
Born with a broken heart
Seems it was over, before it begun
Killed by a bullet, from a six-string gun
Bang a drum
Oh, why do the good die young
Riding in a long black car
Born with a broken heart
Playing on that sad guitar
Born with a broken heart
Burning like a shooting star
Born with a broken heart