Orange Island - Oh! How Clintonian Of Me lyrics

Maybe at home drunk is everyone's better half Maybe we've finally stopped living in the past dwelling over the dead Maybe it's here, finally the future that I've heard so much about Maybe this is what we turn to though it is still booze that we burn for And I know that that might sound sad and pathetic But it's something to which we've all grown dependent on And believe me, it makes for better nights Because sometimes truth can only be seen through These ambered lights that we hold in our hands and s** down So find your truth and s** it down, s** it up and be a mess And I know that that might sound even more sad and pathetic But it's something to which we've all grown dependent on And I know or at least I suppose so Actually, you know what: f** it! I don't want to know how it sounds Because home isn't just the roof over your head It's the same drinks to your right and same friends to the left It's something that's always worth the wait And is something that's always worth missing when we're away