I shake the sleep clean

Wake up from the sofa green

My hung over head recalls





Wine-residue dreams

Replay our closing scene

And I stumble up, trip and fall





Oh, but youre not there

Collecting your things

Oh but you still reside

In-between these words I sing





August, September, October, November, December

These seasons I waste through

Yeah, I can sit here feeling sorry for myself

Or I can start forgetting you





I can start forgetting you





The ladies they come, the ladies they go

The ladies they come, the ladies they go

The ladies they come and go

When will this merry-go-round begin to slow





And I know

But I cant transcribe the window frost note

Perhaps its the wife I havent yet met

Calling me home



But I stay the middle lane

Keeping time with line

And filling evenings with refrain





Well Im taking my chances

And living my way so true

I gotta pick myself back up again

So I can start forgetting you





I can start forgetting you





I soak up my spilled escape

and pour the bottle clean



Im polishing 7 years emotions

And Im taking them to the scene





Well I-95s lookin wide

and the sky is ripped so blue





So time to shift up

I gotta move on

And so do you...