Transcribed by:

Brian Whitman

Robert Simpson





Hope you don't mind me barging the door

In the middle of the night

Hope you don't mind me barging the door like this

In the middle of the night

Falling in and out of bars on my own

Pick my head up off the ground



Woke up on your bed this morning

You were sleeping on the floor

Woke up on your bed this morning

You were sleeping on the floor

Falling in and out of bars on my own

Pick my head up off the ground



I think we're riding on our last legs

Like a dark horse down the stretch

I think we're riding on our last legs

Like a dark horse down the stretch

Falling in and out of bars on my own

Pick my head up off the ground



(repeat last verse)



Pick my head up off the ground (x4