(G. Liszt)
Hey bartender, thats a lovely beer
Did she love me not?
Did she love me dear?
I cant ravel back an unraveling mind
But if I take that drink I can travel in time
Back in the days of summer
Flaming and blissful
Me and you, a stamen and pistil
Love be lofty, love be risky
But if she wont have me
You can love me whiskey
Im holding out hope for a sober cure
A way, a way
Way to forget should I know for sure
Im ready to go home and sink in the bunk
Good boys dont get stinking and drunk
I cant find the fun in my sober living
When theres no forgetting and such slow forgiving
Im holding out hope for a sober cure
A way, a way
A way to forget should I know for sure
Hey Barnett, Id have a final shot
I dont care if Ill be fine or not
Someday you can find me sober
But tonight Im a five-leaf clover
Im holding out hope for a sober cure
A way, a way
A way to forget should I know for sure
Im holding out hope for a sober cure
A way, a way
A way to forget should I know for sure