I snuck in your bedroom
To steal some change for booze
But all I found were love notes
From another... boy

I need a drink
I hit the streets
I'm in a bar
Tryin' to kill myself

With Old Bushmills
Beer and wine
'Cause I know when I get home you won't be there
You won't be there
And if you are
All you're gonna do is lie to me

You can't change the world
And I won't try to change you
So it's just another bottle
Yeah, one more drink

In a station, in D.C.
huge black man
His eyes are full of love
I think of you
And is it any wonder
All our years have brought
Is a sort of pain

And I'm sure I can do without
You can't change the world
And I won't try to change you
So it's just another bottle
Yeah, let's all have
Yeah, one more drink

You'll make nice
And I'll play dumb
Walk on me
And asked me [bad word] back
I guess I will
Or I'll be [bad word] again
Worrying about the spins
Yeah, I plan it that way
So I don't have to wonder
Wonder, where you are

So... it's one more bottle
Another drink before I hit the streets
In my bed, all sick and alone
Master of my own defeat