Bits And Pieces

Sleepless nights and senseless fights Many that I've known Are proportional to the desperate hours Spent on the telephone Now I'm sitting here trying to get through to God Screaming in a microphone Singing, watch out for me cause it's plain to see I can't make it on my own When all I got are them [CHORUS] Bits and pieces Of my sorrow and regret A memorial for lovers And a covenance they respect And though here on this young man's face A tear trace you detect