I shake the sleep clean
Wake up from the sofa green
My hung over head recalls
Wine-residue dreams
Replay our closing scene
And I stumble up, trip and fall
Oh, but you?re not there
Collecting your things
Oh but you still reside
In-between these words I sing
August, September, October, November, December
These seasons I waste through
Yeah, I can sit here feeling sorry for myself
Or I can start forgetting you
I can start forgetting you
The ladies they come, the ladies they go
The ladies they come, the ladies they go
The ladies they come and go
When will this merry-go-round begin to slow
And I know
But I can?t transcribe the window frost note
Perhaps it?s the wife I haven?t yet met
Calling me home
But I stay the middle lane
Keeping time with line
And filling evenings with refrain
Well I?m taking my chances
And living my way so true
I gotta pick myself back up again
So I can start forgetting you
I can start forgetting you
I soak up my spilled escape
and pour the bottle clean
I?m polishing 7 years emotions
And I?m taking them to the scene
Well I-95?s lookin? wide
and the sky is ripped so blue
So time to shift up
I gotta move on
And so do you...
