Well sitting in a bar alone Where no-one knows your name Is like laying in a graveyard You're scared that if you cough or yawn You might wake up the dead So pretend to read a paper
But I'd sit down if I could To want folk like me to stand And the punch-lines seem to disappear Like clouds across the sky And the laughter could be real
Well living with a lying man And you're looking for your husband You're not sure he's still alive Don't bother with the cemetery He'll be down at liar's dive
I'm a traveling businessman I just stopped in for one drink That I'm not like the other men And they didn't choose their drink
And the grave-digger's smiling At his reflection in his spade He's visiting the seediest The vocal chords of elephants And the characters of mice They're singing "whiskey, whiskey" So good they named it twice
Well don't pass buildings with lights on If I said that I did I'd have lied 'Cause what looks like a Chinese restaurant May have Chinese New Year inside And son all my life I've been searching The bars I've been in I forget The lights outside ever brighter But a light on the inside not yet
And he's a world-wide traveler But he comes in mighty regular For one who's passing through That one came in his work clothes He's missed his last bus home He's missed a hell of a lot of buses For a man who wants to roam
If I look rough I am rough If I look broke I am broke Just a broke down piece of man
I've turned over enough leaves And if I had one final wish I'd be your slave for a decade If you could take me away from this If you took me away from this I'd be different you'd see 'Cause I didn't choose the drink
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