"The Ballad Of Richard Lindsey" lyrics

Just sitting there, looking out the window
In a chair that Richard Lindsey called his home
A million tears and painful years of living
That's all that Richard Lindsey calls his own
Looking back, he thinks about his woman
He knows too well she won't be back today
It hurts so much to think of how she left him
And the lover that she found along the way

If you could leave your body and make your dreams come true
Can you tell me just what you would do?
You could strike out in anger if pride got in the way
And who would ever know that it was you?
That's what Richard Lindsey wants to do

If she only hadn't laughed when she was leaving
And told him who she was leaving for
That morning might not have found their bodies
Behind that third floor locked motel room door
They never found an answer to the question
What happened on that morning, no one knows
They all knew he was jealous of his woman
But where they died, a cripple couldn't go

If you could leave your body and make your dreams come true
Can you tell me just what you would do?
You could strike out in anger if pride got in the way
And who would ever know that it was you?
That's what Richard Lindsey learned to do