I've got a battered hand
   i wrote it on my list
   didn't know what your feeling was
   but it must be better than this
  
   don't go out
   and don't give in
   my head is in this country now and
   tells me i can win
  
   so pretty baby
   show me how
   these wicked ladies
   are starting to shout
   with your head upon my pillow
   i wish that it could be, so cold
   and despite your bleaker warnings
   i wanted to believe
  
   i wrote it in the sand
   a single parting gift
   didn't know what redemption was but it
   can't be worse than this
  
   so don't go out
   and don't give in
   my head is in this country now and
   tells me i can win
  
   so pretty baby
   show me how
   these wicked ladies
   are starting to shout
   with your head upon my pillow
   i wish that it could be, so cold
   and despite your blue eyed warnings
   i wanted to believe