I was drunk in a bar in Austin
But I could have sworn it was in Seattle
I had the taste of the road in my mouth
It was bittersweet
I saw somebody I thought I knew
And I called out their name
But it wasn't their name at all
I felt stupid, I felt so lonely
But I'll be home in a couple of weeks
Please, please, please don't forget about me
Just a few more places I've gotta be
Please, please, please don't forget about me
I was sober in a bar in Berlin
Everybody else was drunk
And I was talking to Mike McColgan
Man, I used to wanna be him
But maybe I don't have the drive
Or the heart, or the guts, or the connections
If you risk it all and lose, can you ever start over?
But I'll be home in a couple of weeks
Please, please, please don't forget about me
I'll try to call if I get a few minutes alone
I just wanna hear you breathing
Please, please, please don't forget about me