A rainy night, past 2 a.m.
It’s dark outside and kind of brisky
Sleep never came and here I am
Just drowning time in blended whiskey
A bird without a single wing
It drags its feet along the hallway
So many ways to kill this thing
But every time, I do it my way
My Irish friend is nice and smooth
It talks to me without speaking
Helps me accept with handy booze
A destiny of my own picking
I watch my mem’ries passing by
Like lonely headlights on the highway
And once again, I wonder why
The hardest way is always my way...