I still think of it as a crime scene
Though there were no bodies outlined in chalk
I said if you had some time soon
We ought to sit down and talk
I said we should see other people
Then I left you to cry in the bar
Patsy Cline fell to pieces on the radio
And I fell to pieces in my car

Young love hurts more than old love
And children can still be so cruel
I'm not particularly proud of
The things that I did back in school
I don't think about it all that often
But one thing still brings up the scar
If Patsy Cline falls to pieces on the radio
And I fall to pieces in my car

Well I've watched your career in the papers
Your novel's a smashing sucess
I was always in awe of your talent
Something I dont think you'd've guessed
So now you smoke pot with Hunter S. Thompson
And eat Norman Mailer's caviar
Patsy Cline falls to pieces on the radio
And I fall to pieces in my car

Well I can't say I've not had good fortune
I play my guitar on the stage
I eke out an adequate living
And sleep with girls half my own age
In the morning they're kissed on the forehead
Then it's me and the road and my guitar
But if Patsy Cline should fall to pieces on the radio
I fall to pieces in my car