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.