Sunday morning, 8am Just cursing myself again Drinking like each one might be my last
Blurred memories of making toasts To the cheapest beer and talk-show hosts Funny then, but that's fading fast
Here's to waking up at night Half drunk in a ditch by the side of the road You're still thinking That you can't go on like this Headed for a break down
You keep saying thanks for tomorrow, 'cause I can't live Thanks for tomorrow, 'cause I've had enough Well, it'd do me just fine to make it through the night On liquor I spent my last dime
A worried man drinks a healthy drink But he drinks nine or ten until he's done Then he'll tell you his life story But he won't stop until he's told you and everyone
Well here's to waking up at night Half drunk in a ditch by the side of the road You're still thinking That you can't go on like this Before I break down
You keep saying thanks for tomorrow, 'cause I can't live Thanks for tomorrow, 'cause I've had enough Well, it'd do me just fine to make it through the night On liquor I spent my last dime
Blurred memories of making toasts To the cheapest beer and talk-show hosts Funny then, but that's fading fast
Here's to waking up at night Half drunk in a ditch by the side of the road You're still thinking That you can't go on like this Before I break down
You keep saying thanks for tomorrow, 'cause I can't live Thanks for tomorrow, 'cause I've had enough Well, it'd do me just fine to make it through the night On liquor I spent my last dime