When they dressed me and they put me on a plane to Memphis
Well, I never got to see Elvis
I just sweated it out in a hotel room
But I think the king would've understood
Why I never made it to Graceland
Bathroom towels were cool against my head
I pressed my forehead to the floor
And prayed for a trapdoor
I've been here many times before
But I've never made it to Graceland

And if I make it to the morning
I should've come with a warning
And if I make it to the stage
I'll show you what it means to be sad

Well, pick me up in New Orleans
Pinned in a bathroom stall
Pick me up above my body
Press my corpse against the wall
I told the band to leave without me
I'll get the next flight
And I'll see you all with Elvis
If I don't survive the night

If I make it to the morning
I should've come with a warning
And if I make it to the stage
I'll show you what it means to be sad

And after every tour, I swear I'll quit
It's over boys, now this is it
But the call, it always comes
And it sounds like children
Begging to be born
But, oh, I guess I got my wish
Anything, anything, anything but this

If I make it to the morning
I should've come with a warning
And if I make it to the stage
I'll show you what it means to be sad

Oh, you know I'm still afraid
I'm still crazy and I'm still scared
But if I make it to the stage
I'll show you what it means

To be spared, to be spared
To be spared, to be spared
To be spared

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): David Algernon Bayley, Florence Leontine Mary Welch