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 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 a web of steel that don’t let doubts break in.
Have I not got ambition
Any reason for applause
I’m sitting on my own again
Am I a lost cause?
Never thought of pushing on
I’m an anti-social guy
And sitting on my own again
Never asking why.
I’m sitting on my own again and watching life pass by
I’ve never felt that way when maybe home and dry
Why am I not regimented wanting more
Open up they eyes of mine there’s a life to explore.