Another Round

Been around the bend and back.
I've got nothing left t give.
Without the will to love again
there's no reason left to live.

When I'm dead and laid to rest
my spirit shall live on 
tortured by the memories
of all I've said and done.

So I sit here on my bar stool
and sing to you the blues.
I order up another Round
and drown myself in booze.

I drink to chase away the tears
brought on by her absence.
Even after all these years
Can't chase away the sadness.

I miss the touch of her soft skin
spooned against me in the night.
Memories of her are growing dim
and fading out of sight.

No longer can I see that smile
which brightened up my day.
Been blind and in the dark awhile
with no light to find my way.

So I sit here on the bar stool
and sing to you the blues.
Order up another round
and drown myself in booze.