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