81 is looking slippy tonight
And the cones are out on 76
And the bar I′m at is totally packed
I can't breathe in here
We′re all gonna wake up sick
My phone is dead
Drink went to my head
And I'm so glad that I can't call you this year
Can′t forget what you said
You can′t just roll up in my bed
What in God's name am I doing here?
And as I ease my car
Into the spot in my parents′ yard
I cry with all my might
Cry with all my might
And as I ease my car
Into the spot in my parents' yard
I try with all my might to stop the flood of tears
There′s no one in this city
But I admit it does look pretty
Underneath a few inches of snow
The fairgrounds look so empty
Why the hell did we come to this country?
So many generations ago
I smell a whiff of loss
In the the pot of pasta sauce
That's steaming up the kitchen on the stove
So one more glass of wine won′t kill me
One more night alone won't break my soul
One more glass of wine won't kill me
One more night alone won′t break my soul
One more glass of wine won′t kill me
One more night alone won't break my soul
And as I ease my car
Into the spot in my parents′ yard
I try with all my might
