There You Are

It's 3 a.m. and the bottle's empty

And now you sit there staring at the phone

And you gather one or two senses

Pick up the receiver and dial the only number that you know

And you almost made it this time

Don't tell me you can almost stand up straight

But there you are, but where is she?

And there you go again

Well there's no one there to answer

But you know what you've gotta do

You've gotta see her again

So you wrestle with your jacket

And knot the laces on your shoes

Just one more time

And you stumble down the hall

But who's gonna wake up?

It's out into the hell of the night

And there you are, but where is she?

There you go again

And you wander past the gateway

Over to the flowers by the stone

You can almost hear her now

Did she tell you that she loved you?

She always said you drive too fast

Well I guess that now you know

And you can almost remember a prayer

From somewhere you just bow your weary eyes

'Cause there you are and there she lies

St. Christopher bless this bottle tonight

There you are and there she lies

St. Christopher bless this bottle tonight

I'm coming home