You can find me in a dim light barroom If your coldness should ever turn warm But the chances of you ever changing Are as slim as your two loving arms So I'm turning off a memory As quickly as time will allow Yes, I'm turning off a memory And the wine seems to help me somehow If he's lucky he'll someday forget her When the wine finally takes full control
But that's not much of a future to look to But I can't stand to see the pain in his soul And he's turning off a memory As quickly as time will allow Yes, I'm turning off a memory And the wine seems to help me somehow Yes, the wine seems to help somehow Yes, I'm turning off a memory