Wake up with a smile in my head
Full of dreams I crawl from my bed
I look behind, there’s an empty space
The pillow misshapen by your face
Wake up with a dim memory
I prod and poke to try and see
The alcohol haze has done its worst
My mind affected by the curse
CHORUS:
There is no trace that you were here
My senses dulled by too much beer
And should I start it all again?
This vicious circle to stop the pain
As the water flows it covers free
It soothes my soul and cleanses me
But deep inside I know the truth
And hide behind the shield of youth
(CHORUS)
I’m here again, same old bar
Same old faces from afar
It’s my time to play the fool
To shuffle over and find the stool
The stool that leads me to my catch
In drunken stupor the plans will hatch
I woke up with a deep regret
This book is old its pages wet
It needs a little tender care
It needs a someone to be there
(CHORUS x 2)
© 2002 Deb Hainsworth