in a bar
where they play blues songs
i sit waiting for your call
writing nonsense on a napkin
wondering why it never ends
when all i want is to be friends
my friend ana wrote a letter
she said love had made me beautiful
i have smiled and ordered whiskey
i have telephoned my lover
i don't have to wait his call
we don't have to hide at all
it is sad and even funny
that it all amounts to this drinking whiskey
for no reason
because i heard it in a song
that's what you do when things go wrong
I'll have another of the good stuff
just to pa** away the time
'cause walking home drunk and lonesome
was not my plan tonight