Marc Cohn - Bits And Pieces

Sleepless nights and senseless fights
Many that I've known
Are proportional to the desperate hours
Spent on the telephone

Now I'm sitting here trying to get through to God
Screaming in a microphone
Singing, watch out for me cause it's plain to see
I can't make it on my own

When all I got are them

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Bits and pieces
Of my sorrow and regret
A memorial for lovers
And a covenance they respect

And though here on this young man's face
A tear trace you detect