I left you a note on the table; I hope it finds you well,
I hope you don't hurt like you did, 'cause I'd just blame myself,
And I know its for me that I'm out on these streets,
Bleeding nightly for these people I meet,
But it's you who I long for when I cannot sleep,
It's enough, it could drive me to drink.
And I...I am almost nowhere, and I'm getting there fast,
You...you're the hope in my cold stare,
You're the drink in my hand.
When I picked up, you broke into tears,
You said you weren't busy enough,
I still don't know why you need me and my broken down love,
With each second that ticks, your voice rings in my ears and the memories flood back from all of our years,
And I tell you, "It's okay, there's nothing to fear," and I secretly hope I am right.
And I...I am almost nowhere, I'm getting there fast,
And you...you're the hope in my cold stare,
You're the drink in my hand,
You're the drink in my hand,
You're the drink in my hand,
You're the drink in my hand,
You're the drink in my hand,
You're the drink in my hand.
I left you last week, and you told me, "Go on and follow your dreams,"
I think about that lately; still I don't know what it means,
'Cause you're what I dream of when I wake alone, as I drift away, as we talk on the phone ,
You're what I want, and that's all I know,
And I still just can't wait to get home.
And I...I am almost nowhere, and I'm getting there fast,
And you...you're the hope in my cold stare,
You're the drink in my hand,
You're the drink in my hand,
You're the drink in my hand,
You're the drink in my hand.
