I wake up Sunday morning
 With my mind all in a haze
 Tearstains on my pillow
 And make-up on my face
 I see those empty whiskey bottles
 And records scattered on the floor
 And from the next room, I hear crying
 Then I remember the night before

 I saw her dancing at the party
 So young with laughter in her face
 And when the others had departed
 Convincing words and she stayed late
 And now those empty whiskey bottles
 They stand accusing from the floor
 That I hear footsteps as she's leaving
 Yes, she remembers the night before

 If I could turn back the clock
 Turn it back to yesterday
 There are things I wouldn't do
 And things I wouldn't say

 But now those empty whiskey bottles
 Within my mind forevermore
 And in the silence, I hear crying
 Yes, I remember the night before