Critical Condition

An old man told me as he sipped whiskey slow and broken
"Protect your heart, kid, don't leave your guard wide open"
When I was your age, I heard the same petition
But I didn't listen, now I'm in critical condition

I left the bar, bizarre, less than sober
Pacing the street in heat while I thought it over
When there at the scene, the girl of my dreaming and wishing
What a bony position being in critical condition

Well, oh, what a romance, she was my one and only
Until the day she went to a place more holy
I recall the hospital with perfect cognition
Hearing the physician say, "She's in critical condition"

You don't have to believe the heart on my sleeve to hear me
You don't have to hear the pain in my tears or fear me
But what happened to the boy who didn't listen?
He became a musician living with a critical condition