Another of the antiquity found in the early beginnings.
I came home feeling good to tell you the news;
After all the years of troubles, pain given up the booze.
I looked and tried at the door the name was not the same,
But the key still fits have you given up my name?
Looked around inside, peered everything in the same place,
Except for the picture of me disappeared without a trace.
Peaked in, the kids older, my how they have grown,
In our room I realized you were not alone.
It was then I realized how long I had been away,
All the time tried to write but drunk night and day.
Suddenly needed a drink far more than ever had before,
Grabbed a glass poured the booze smashed it on the floor.
It was then awoke sober realized I was dreaming all the time,
I awoke the drunk next to me and borrowed his last dime.
Leaving now, on the next Greyhound bus, never drink again,
For when you mix your drinks without love the bottle only wins.