"Another Name For Crazy"—Crooked Timber

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Another Name For Crazy

(Music and lyrics by Scott Ryan)

Traces of you linger on my pillow;
Whispers of you echo through the night.
Summer rain beats softly on my window;
I'll be lucky if I ever get to sleep tonight.

          Seems like I've been slow to work it out now;
          Seems like everybody knew but me:
          Love is just another name for crazy.
          Tell me, just how crazy would you like to be?

Suddenly I find the night has lifted;
Morning finds me tired but wide awake.
All the ground I stood upon has shifted;
I'll be lucky if I ever get to work today.

          I guess I'll just have one more margarita;
          I guess I'll just have one more cigarette.
          Love is just another name for crazy;
          Tell me, just how crazy would you like to get?

          Maybe I've been slow to work it out now
          But it seems as though it's finally sinking in:
          Love is just another name for crazy.
          Tell me, just how crazy do you think I've been?
          Tell me, just how crazy do you think I've been?