As I walk to where I used to live
I try to remind myself of you

Telling lies
Felt right
Around you

Then I met a whiskey and I moved across town
Away from the river and the girls and you

I was young [bad word] Over you

And [bad word] the time
That I need you the most

But I'm across town
And time will do us well

We'll survive by telling lies
We've rationed well

We'll survive by telling lies
We've rationed well

We'll survive by telling lies
We've rationed well