You turned and left but it turned out right I found my guitar, you moved on with life We still laugh like old friends when I see you out Last dance, last call, last round of shots One more cold beer, you look so hot But, I stumbled into a cab and went home alone I might lose my mind late tonight And get drunk enough to think it's alright And a good idea to call you on the phone I'll let it ring a thousand times Hoping you pick up that line But the way it ends, we both already know It's just the whiskey callin'... but you're not home Most days I'm out here on the road Another town, another show New faces in the crowd become old friends The lights come down, I leave the stage And like Seger said, "I turn the page" Pour myself a round of shots of then... I might lose my mind late tonight And get drunk enough to think it's alright And a good idea to call you on the phone I'll let it ring a thousand times Hoping you pick up that line But the way it ends, we both already know It's just the whiskey callin'... but you're not home I shouldn't even try But, the bottle's almost dry And you're not home I might lose my mind late tonight And get drunk enough to think it's alright And a good idea to call you on the phone I'll let it ring a thousand times Hoping you pick up that line But the way it ends, we both already know It's just the whiskey callin'... but you're not home No, you're not home You're not home