Текст: Jeff Beck. Truth. I've Been Drinking.

Drinkin' again
Thinking of when you loved me
Having a few
And 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