This is the bar,
I come to when I drink.
This is my gla**,
Covered with fingerprints.
Now I don't get rowdy,
Go causing streets fights,
But I've been known to sing show tunes
Under the street lights.
When I drink, it's about you, I think.
You like the moon, could drive a woman mad.
You drove me this place,
And now they're calling me a cab.
Because all the pretty faces are starting to blur,
I must look like the happiest girl in the world.
When I drink, it's about you I think.
Every bar room love, ends like it begins:
Over drinks, one or two, too many rounds.
Not much at all, a few inches of liquid,
That's all it takes for a person to drown.
Sometime last week, sobriety on loan,
I vowed I wouldn't write you,
And I swore I'd never phone.
Now I'd like to call you and check you're all right,
But I don't know where you are spending your nights.
When I drink, it's about you, I think
When I drink, it's about you, I think