Glass in hand, staring into space, As the night is old, the brain is confused,
Swaying as he staggers forward,
The fool who his alchol abused. He falls against a stool by the counter
Someone lends a steadying hand, To be thanked by a torrent of abuse Slurred so much none could understand. And so he moved out of sight, As at a friend who speaks to me I look,
If only at him youth could learn, From his folly a lesson be took! As I think I know I don't know her, Although I once thought I did, I wonder if she knew I loved her, If she cared why my love so I hid?
Maybe she's in the arms of another, Some lucky man darling she does call, I wonder if ever I met her, Would she even know me at all?
