An empty glass,
And that last cigarette;
It's closing time and I'm drunk again.
But somehow I make it home,
Cry myself to sleep.
That's the way the day ends,
Every night for me.
Every night, I'm in some bar;
I'm pouring whiskey on a heart that's on fire.
Forgettin' you ain't no easy thing,
Each night for me ends up the same.
With an empty glass,
And the last cigarette;
It's closin' time and I'm drunk again.
But somehow I make it home.
I cry myself to sleep.
That's the way the day ends,
Every night for me.
Every night I'm in this bar,
Pourin' whiskey on a heart that's on fire.
Forgettin' you ain't no easy thing,
Each night for me ends up the same.
With an empty glass,
And the last cigarette;
It's closin' time and I'm drunk again.
But somehow I make it home,
and cry myself to sleep.
That's the way the day ends,
Every night for me.
That's the way the day ends,
Every night for me.