Endlessly I roam the streets,
hitting bars and pubs every night.
Keep me swimming in drinks, hang me over a sink,
I don’t mind.
I’m a local in bars, I’ve been drinking with stars,
know my whiskeys, my beers and my wines.
My friends and my foes and the memories of all the good times.
And someone in the corner starts singing a song about love.
How he smiles every day at her funny little ways how he can’t ever have enough.
About kissing her lips every morning as he sets out into that sun rise.
While all I’ve got is this dirty glass of cheap whiskey,
that’s as brown as your eyes.
And trough cigarette smoke, I abandon all hope,
cause it’s you I left behind,
I left you behind.
Now endless nights are coming,
to wish the day a fond farewell.
I’ve been drinking my life away,
and I’m sure I’ll end up in hell.
And the barmaid says: it might be time,
for me to go on home.
But I prefer those lonely streets,
where I roam.
And someone in the corner is singing a song about love.
About leaving his home and missing the one that he calls his sweet turtle dove.
How he sticks with her, through thick and thin until the day that he dies.
And all I’ve got is this dirty glass of cheap whiskey,
that’s as brown as your own eyes.
And through cigarette smoke I abandon all hope,
cause it’s you I left behind.
Because you are the one that I left behind.