Drinkin' again.
  Thinking of when you loved me.
  Having a few.
  Wishing that you were here.
    Making the rounds.
  Buying a round for total strangers.
  Just being a fool,
  'cause I keep hoping, hoping, hoping you'll appear.
    Sure I can borrow a smoke.
  I can sit here all night and tell these jokers some jokes,
  but who wants to laugh, who's gonna laugh
  at a broken heart?
  Oh, my heart is aching, I swear it's breaking.
    And I'm drinking again.
  Thinking of when you loved me.
  And I'm tryin' to get home
  with nothing, nothing but a memory.
    Yes, I'm dying to get home,
  dying to get home.
  And I got nothin' but a bottle of beer,
  and just my memory.