Sunday night and now I know

How the night can pass slow

All kinds of ugly outside that's right

And I'm all alone tonight



Distant highway din

Leaky roof my doubt drips in

And as the streetlights and my prospects dim

She turns in bed and thinks of him



Where's the solace you can find?

Is it at the bottom of your mind?

My friends pushed me from behind

I feel so empty I could die



A ladder to the edge

Hangover throbs inside my head

And all the stupid things I've ever said

Now make me wish that I was dead



It's nighttime, Greenwich Mean time

A man puts on a detour sign

And the waterfalls of regret

Unleash in a torrent of cold sweat



(c) 1994 Scrawny Music, BMI