Think I’ll pack it In and buy a pick-up take it down to L.A. Find a place to call my own and try to fix up. Start a brand new day. The vornan I’m thinking of – she loved me all up but I’m so down today She’s so fine, she’s in my mind, I hear her callin*. See the lonely boy out on the week-end tryin‘ to make it pay. Can’t selate to joy, he tries to speak and can’t begin to say. She got pictures on the wall – they make me look up from her big brass bed. Now I’m running down the road trying to stay up somewhere in her head.