So, as you all know, my iPod is possessed.

So, tonight I am driving home, and one of my VERY favorite Bon Jovi songs come on.  As I sit and listen and sing to it, as I drive along, it starts to make me think.  Which is dangerous in itself..

So, I sit there and the lyrics pour from my speakers, as loud as I can get it..without distorting the sound, and there are a couple of key lyrics in the song, that just kinda stand out to me…

1. With an ironclad fist I wake up and
French kiss the morning

2. I want to be just as close as the Holy Ghost is
And lay you down on a bed of roses

3. I’ll just close my eyes and whisper,
Baby blind love is true

So…yeah…the song is Bed of Roses.  Everytime I hear it…it sends this haunting feeling, and a need through my body and soul.  It’s just that simple.

Do guys…I mean really…really see things this way, and feel things this way?  Do they sit alone and think…If only… or what if?  Or If I would have… I know there have been hundreds of nights, where I have lain there in bed, and thought…what if, and if I had only did this, or said that…well you get the picture.

Anyways, here in this song, is this man missing the one he loves, and would give anything to just…be with her..and to do it right.  There is such passion in this song…and such feeling…sometimes, it will bring a tear to my eye…

Oh well…I may never know if there are really guys out there, that think and feel like that…

Here are the full lyrics…

Sitting here wasted and wounded
At this old piano
Trying hard to capture
The moment this morning I don’t know
‘Cause a bottle of vodka
Is still lodged in my head
And some blonde gave me nightmares
I think that she’s still in my bed
As I dream about movies
They won’t make of me when I’m dead

With an ironclad fist I wake up and
French kiss the morning
While some marching band keeps
Its own beat in my head
While we’re talking
About all of the things that I long to believe
About love and the truth and
What you mean to me
And the truth is baby you’re all that I need

I want to lay you down in a bed of roses
For tonite I sleep on a bed of nails
I want to be just as close as the Holy Ghost is
And lay you down on a bed of roses

Well I’m so far away
That each step that I take is on my way home
A king’s ransom in dimes I’d given each night
Just to see through this payphone
Still I run out of time
Or it’s hard to get through
Till the bird on the wire flies me back to you
I’ll just close my eyes and whisper,
Baby blind love is true

I want to lay you down in a bed of roses
For tonite I sleep on a bed of nails
I want to be just as close as the Holy Ghost is
And lay you down on a bed of roses

The hotel bar hangover whiskey’s gone dry
The barkeeper’s wig’s crooked
And she’s giving me the eye
I might have said yeah
But I laughed so hard I think I died

Now as you close your eyes
Know I’ll be thinking about you
While my mistress she calls me
To stand in her spotlight again
Tonite I won’t be alone
But you know that don’t
Mean I’m not lonely I’ve got nothing to prove
For it’s you that I’d die to defend

I want to lay you down in a bed of roses
For tonite I sleep on a bed of nails
I want to be just as close as the Holy Ghost is
And lay you down on a bed of roses