I’m sitting on my own again having my third and last drink
It’s always large Whyte & MacKay that seems to help me think
Why am I so damn regimented not wanting far more
I guess I know the answer I have been there and it’s real sore.
I’m sitting on my own again this time smoking my smoke
Contemplating the could have beens that end with a joke
Never to make the same mistakes and this time fight to win
Consolidate and web of steel that don’t let doubts break in.
I’m sitting on my own again and watching life pass by
I’ve never felt that way when maybe home and dry
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