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.