We were alone In a crowd of a thousand Standing under a giant Ferris wheel You covered my shoulders Breeze off the ocean December on the Santa Monica Pier You were there We were at home Dinner was over The one I love was anxious for a kiss I know I shouldn't Most times I wouldn't But I offered my cheek A swing and a miss You were there Why can't you just turn me loose Whatever's inside of you And find some other tortured port of call Cause I can count em one by one Moments I've been absent from Cause I can't get me rid of you at all Dark quiet hours Moon through a window A hand on my shoulder Face the wall I gotta shake it I know he's aching And I'm just praying soon sleep will fall Red wine and roses Dancing and laughing It's good to see us smiling once again I got it handled Once and for always Preacher asked me if I do And then you were there Why can't you just turn me loose Whatever's inside of you And find some other tortured port of call Favorite little tragedy Ever present history No, I can't get me rid of you at all No, I can't get me rid of you at all