it gets the worst at night. with nothing on my mind. but you. i'm thinking too damn much. i go ahead and get up. and put on my boots. so i can drive as far as i can get from you.
Well it's Saturday night, out here on my own. Been downtown, don't know how long. Been waiting on a freind of mine, been saving her a seat. Bar's about to close, she's yet to be seen.
Well I'm not suppose to see you looking. . Not suppose to stare straight into your eyes. I'm not supposed to kiss your lips. . But you smiled so sweet.
In lonesome times. I picture your face. It's so easy to find. But you're so hard to please. In lonesome times. I still hear your voice. Brings me to my knees.
I think I'll stay right down here on this floor. Cause if I get back up I'll only fall down more. It ain't the liquor and it ain't the beer that keeps me down.