No point in ringin on my doorbell, No need to knock, just come on in, If I aint pased out in the sad state that you left me, Then Ill be home round 4 AM, If you aint coming back again, Just leave a note... By 8 PM the streets are empty, The hostess clubs light out their names, Im by the bus stop where the somber tend to wander, Doused in a little place called Rain, Sorrows pouring just the same, As the whiskey, By 10 oclock my friends have left me, For night girls and karaoke bars, Thats fine with me, Ill stay here drinkin til Im lonely, And sing my sad songs to the stars, Wander home, and wonder where you are, Or if youd miss me, *Ooohs and aaahs* And now last call, this bar is empty, Save for that one gal over there, Yeah, she looks lonesome but shes playing at the feeling, Lord knows they never have a care, A crack of laughter fills the air, The boys come crawling, And I drink down my silent envy, So Tommy pours me a little more, He tells me stories of the good times in the city, And pretty dreams that came before, Say, Theyre never there when I walk through that door, Well, try back tomorrow... The long walk home, serving girls are waiting, To catch the sad boys every time, She looks good even though shes older than my mother, The men here never seem to mind, Her practiced charms, another glass of wine, Now even Franklins bleeding... *Ooohs and Aaahs* Now the moon is full, and the nights run empty, Of faith, and tears, and Bourbon whiskey, This home is heartless, I feel ashamed, Ever since you went away, But still my heart is hopin, I leave the door cracked open for you... No point in ringin on my doorbell, If youre comin back, just come on in...
Posted on: Fri, 05 Dec 2014 10:17:50 +0000
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