Everything You Touch Becomes a Crutch

Have I said too much

Am I losing my touch

I don't think we should touch

You go with the other men

Me I beat myself to sleep

Maybe I should have just

Left all this in a lock-up box

In Boston



Never said too much

I always tried to save face

I never said too much

Tried to save my face

Only a few spare incidents

Of disgrace



Never said too much

I said we shouldn't touch

I beat myself to sleep

You go with the other men

Go with your other men

I beat myself to sleep

I beat myself to sleep



Maybe I should have left all this

In an airport lock-up box

In Boston