A whiskey, a line, again and again
We're at our worst (no worse for war lately)
Well, it was me against the world til you came crawling back
A reason, a rhyme, a dance, a fight,
It won't be long til we're out of time to shine
And make a life out of the miles of broken dreams
That symbolize my need to leave tonight
I'll be alright I might be down on my luck today
A simple mind thinks simple things again