six weeks on the road now i m feeling kind of spent there s a few things i need and ones a friend a few good games of pinball and a double whiskey sour i ll rinse it with a beer and repeat again you know i couldn t find you in the place you used to be i m a sucker for the old times that s me but i asked around the bar and they said you were gone for a couple of days on a vacation in the drunk tank so they d say i saw that girl you used to know at the other end of the bar i never thought she d ever get that far she said you two were through it seemed you were driving for different things i said i understood i ve wrecked that car so now there s thirteen empty bottles a glass or two or four the lights came on we headed for the door but the night was adolescent and she said she wanted more and that s what she kept the apple blossom for so up the stairs to her apartment with the christmas lights that blink it s the second week of may but that d be okay except that under those blinking lights we opened a big old can of stink and you smell it soon enough in one more day saturday the twelfth of may the policeman turns the valve and the first drunk of the weekend dribbles out collect all your effects and take a cab straight to the bar you re wondering what the whisperings all about well i ll tell you it s about the easy sheen of alcohol of better not do s done of blinking lights and the curse of roomates tongues an entire bar s worth holding theirs but it only takes just one and then it s pass that can around it s your turn son because this pinball gane i m playing you know it s not the same times used to be you and me could always match yeah and the multiball came easy just like the replay game and the wagers won and tossed hard down the hatch so now i nailed the free game and there s a bottle across my head my table tilts i m headed for the floor went out to find an old friend but i lost me one instead i lost it all for just another score