Book of Bad Decisions - Clutch

One road lead to the east

Another to the west

In a fit of desperation

In the dark I sought redress

As the clouds began to gather

Oh I wailed like a newborn babe, newborn babe

And opened the book

Of bad decisions I have made, I have made

I walked into the station

All covered in blood

The watchman came out

«You can’t be here, son»

So I threw down my suitcase

Oh I wailed like a newborn babe, newborn babe

And wrote another chapter

Of bad decisions I have made, I have made

I saw Ma Bell

Looking lonesome in her time

I picked up her receiver

And dropped a dime

When I heard you answer

Oh I wailed like a newborn babe, newborn babe

And read the dedication

From the book of bad decisions I have made, I have made