Waking up in the strangest places
Finding weird stuff in me pockets
No recollection, not a clue
What the fuck? And who are you?
And I keep sayin’ it’s got to stop
but the phone keeps a’ ringing, she tells me
“You’ll go out and grab a beer
bring a scotch, I’ll let you in”
If we ever fall out of love
no matter there, we’re in its grace
“may your glass be full!”
– this toast’s for you.