nobodys talkin, the airs filled with time and the juke box is broken dont bother with ya dime the neons fadin the records theyre all the same the bottles used to cut deep but theyve lost their edge and the skys turning gray my eyes are turnin red and my my mind is set on the night i decided to stay its cold in this house when the weather gets in and my thoughts are like ice, whiskeys in my skin and im layin on dreams and slowly i fade out and the curse of a drunk is he'll go home alone meet me outback at five meet you there and get stoned and we'll talk about where were from and how we would go back if our ships hadnt sunk and im floatin into the door im killin myself fightin this civil wa--ar im chained to the bar its chained to my seat and i'd ask her to dance if i could get to my feet but my boots are too drunk to try and put on a show well the world stoped turning i crawled into bed and im ashamed of myself pull the covers over my head and my stomaches on fire for fear of tomorrow its cold in this house when the weather gets in and my thoughts are like ice, whiskeys in my skin and im layin on dreams and slowly i fade out and the curse of a drunk is he'll go home alone meet me outback at five meet you there and get stoned and we'll talk about where were from and how we would go back if our ships hadnt sunk and im floatin into the door im killin myself fightin this civil wa--ar