Three in the morning,
Last one has gone.
Nothing but empty bottles,
Smoke filled halls.
Over in the corner,
She's had one too many now.
Sleeping off her party,
And there's no one else around.
And she said:
Three lost in my kitchen
Looking for a drink to fix this pain
We got it, how'd it happen,
We're still young and should be happy.
Fix another drink
Can't think, can't speak, can't feel
It's better, better this way.
Don't rain on this parade,
Cause I'm high as a kite.
Don't, please don't mention it,
Cause I won't come down tonight.
He put his hand on my shoulder,
Eyes impossible to deny
I hardly knew him
But he said why are you always sad?
And I said:
Three lost in my kitchen
Looking for a drink to fix this pain
We got it, how'd it happen,
We're still young and should be happy.
Fix another drink
Can't think, can't speak, can't feel
It's better, better this way.
--Lyrics by Eve Hartling--