Holding fast until the rent checks wear thin

because it hasn't sunk in... so far



Well it's a drab routine, the dust storms building

and then it's hard to come clean



Then the months stack up to an addictive crutch 

As if the drink weren't enough

A stagger cannot compete 

There's no charm in being residential state street



And if I was sober

could I kill caution and stay over

And if I was sober

would I rip hearts apart like paper?



I wish you could know better than you show

with parted lips pointed down

That the whiskey soothes more than you could ever do.



And if I was sober

Could I kill caution and stay over?

And if I was sober

Would I rip hearts apart like paper?



What a difference it made

What a difference it made



And if I was sober

Could I kill caution and stay over?

And if I was sober

Would I rip hearts apart like paper?



What a difference it made

What a difference it made