you've got your head pretty high
you've got your soul nicely low
you've got everything you want
till you've got yourself alone
pilot as fast as you can
swig until you cannot stand
comfort comes in drams and drums
on your own alone at home again
i hear you've had a good life
except for your mind
tell me,
what became of your wife
and the children that you left behind?
don't you bother with them
not with what you've been through
how dare they say you might have stayed
when someone forty years ago left you