She said goodbye the last time, I wish it were like last time. She changed her mind and came around again. It’s been a while now and still no word. How did she leave me? Oh, the nerve of her!
Now am sitting at the bar saying, “Bartender another round…”
Guess whose drunk again? This bar is an old familiar friend. Drink until I’m stumbling down.
And she was on my mind, I know it’s not the best of times to call, but I need you now.
“Bartender, pour me another round…”