Drinkin'
again.
Thinking of
when you loved me.
Having a few.
Wishing that
you were here.
Making the
rounds.
Buying a
round for total strangers.
Just being a
fool,
'cause I keep
hoping, hoping, hoping you'll appear.
Sure I can
borrow a smoke.
I can sit
here all night and tell these jokers some jokes,
but who wants
to laugh, who's gonna laugh
at a broken
heart?
Oh, my heart
is aching, I swear it's breaking.
And I'm
drinking again.
Thinking of
when you loved me.
And I'm
tryin' to get home
with nothing,
nothing but a memory.
Yes, I'm
dying to get home,
dying to get
home.
And I got
nothin' but a bottle of beer,
and just my
memory.