Doug and the Slugs Cognac and Bologna Drifting Away There could be countless reasons Tension rules this house That it does goes without saying or doubt You of course claim it's a force that rules from stars far away, I say, Could be the communists Maybe the RCMP More likely you and me, just drifting away I offered small resistance that's a doorway made of glass Patiently waiting for that stone to be cast Though my inaction attracted scorn That morning's quiet fuming I never talk to you You don't like being ignored My thoughts are out that door and drifting away No I'm not mocking or talking to amuse myself You've got my number down You know every one of my names I think it's plain to see we've drifted away You could be the Queen of England And still it'd be the same Calling it quits can go by so many names Needing a breather Relief A place Some space to call your own I've heard 'em all before I know every one of those lines So why don't you take what's yours? I'll take what's mine. And no I'm not mocking or talking to amuse myself You've got my number down You know every one of my names I think it's plain to see we've drifted away