Letras
Staying out late in a honky tonk bar
Finding new ways to be untrue
Drinking my way through this month's rent
Seems to be the best I can do
Drunken and rage and I'm showing my age
I drank away my money and my mind
No woman to call wife, I got no home to spend my life
No desire for either at this time
I'm showing no signs of growing up at any time
I keep a firm grasp upon my youth
And the subtlety of love is something I know nothing of
And I ain't got no concept of the truth
Staying out late in a honky tonk bar
Finding new ways to be untrue
Drinking my way through this month's rent
Seems to be the best I can do
It's all a matter of where you're going
I don't know where I'm going from here
Desperate ways seem to control my every day
And it ain't hard to understand why I run
This poet's dance is my last chance
To lay down my pen and show you how it's done
Staying out late in a honky tonk bar
Finding new ways to be untrue
Drinking my way through this month's rent
Seems to be the best I can do
Yeah, it seems to be the best I can do