He sits on his barstool just holdin' on One drink away from being totally gone His eyes are half open but he's gettin' blind They'll both be closed long before closin' time He's got a head full of worry An ache in his heart, an old worn out memory still tears him apart He's got a drink in his hand and a tear in his eye Wounds that won't heal and a ghost that won't die And he sits there alone going round and Around, spins on his barstool like a merry go round Thinkin' and drinkin' for days at a Time, wastin' his life and losin' his mind He tries to quiet the noise in his head But the voices just get louder instead Tellin' him things he doesn't want to Hear, so he orders up another bump and a beer And he sits there alone going round and Around, spins on his barstool like a merry go round Thinkin' and drinkin' for days at a Time, wastin' his life and losin' his mind He never imagined he'd end up like This; he thinks about all that he's missed Spends most his days retracing his past, Assessing his future as he empties his glass As, he sits there alone going round and Around, spins on his barstool like a merry go round Thinkin and drinkin for days at a Time, wastin' his life and losin' his mind Wastin his life in three quarter time