I snuck in your bedroom To steal some change for booze But all I found were love notes From another... boy
I need a drink I hit the streets I'm in a bar Tryin' to kill myself
With Old Bushmills Beer and wine 'Cause I know when I get home you won't be there You won't be there And if you are All you're gonna do is lie to me
You can't change the world And I won't try to change you So it's just another bottle Yeah, one more drink
In a station, in D.C. A huge black man His eyes are full of love I think of you And is it any wonder All our years have brought Is a sort of pain
And I'm sure I can do without You can't change the world And I won't try to change you So it's just another bottle Yeah, let's all have Yeah, one more drink
You'll make nice And I'll play dumb Walk on me And asked me to come back I guess I will Or I'll be drunk again Worrying about the spins Yeah, I plan it that way So I don't have to wonder Wonder, where you are
So... it's one more bottle Another drink before I hit the streets In my bed, all sick and alone Master of my own defeat