Empty Glass

An empty glass,
And the last cigarette,
Closing time
And I'm drunk again.

But somehow I make it home,
Cry myself to sleep.
And, that's the way the day ends,
Every night for me.

Every night, I'm in some bar;
I'm throwing whiskey on a heart that's on fire.
Forgettin' you ain't no easy thing,
Each night for me ends up the same.
With an empty glass,
And the last cigarette,
Closin' time and I'm drunk again.
But somehow I make it home.
And cry myself to sleep.
And, that's the way the day ends,
Every night for me.

Every night I'm in this bar,
I'm throwing whiskey on a heart that's on fire.
Forgettin' you ain't no easy thing,
But each night for me ends up the same.
With an empty glass,
And the last cigarette,
Closin' time and I'm drunk again.
But somehow I make it home,
I cry myself to sleep.
Eh, that's the way the day ends,
Every night for me.
Eh, that's the way the day ends,
Every night for me.