I got drunk by myself last night
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& they say it's no way to make things right
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I just didn't have anything better to do
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The dog was asleep on the living room rug
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And I watched a show about crime and drugs
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Punished a bottle of bourbon until it was through
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Well I don't care that I can't sleep
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Cause I'd just as soon stay up all week
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I might get some things done while others dream
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The heater broke and the room got cold
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And my knees and ankles say I'm getting older
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The phone finally rang but it wasn't for me
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If everyone was together
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I guess no one would be alone
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Life's a lot of tradeoffs in the end
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Somewhere in the fields of heaven
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The proud souls laugh and they love together
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Somewhere between passion and losing friends
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Sleep finally came but I woke up alone
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And my head was next to the telephone
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I gave the sun a cussing as I drew the shades
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One thing that seems always true
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That's when I'm hung over makes the sky turn blue
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A rough night for me will make a hell of a day
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I believe in ghosts and democracy
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And that each man should leave his legacy
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That mans work great or be it small
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I don't believe in everything
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Like the designated hitter, or the diamond rings
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Can make love last forever for one and all
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Cause if everyone should be together
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Why are so many left alone?
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Life's a lot of tradeoffs in the end
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Somewhere in the fields of heaven
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Proud Souls laugh and they love together
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Somewhere between passion and losing friends
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Somewhere between passion and losing friends
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Proud Souls
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| Cross Canadian Ragweed |
