just about an hours passed and your tears have filled up your martini glass and you know that what youve done you cant take back you turn away lock the door now theres nobody left to lock out no more his playing cards are on a different stack and if he knows where youre trying to look he wont be there no you wont see him anymore sick of loving nothing setting tables just for one well you shouldve counted your blessings before they walked out the door summertime has come and gone you start to think of moving on but your shot glass is still half empty so why not finish it all and this is not the way ill feel tomorrow he says if you pray it ll heal but theres no one left to listen so you wake up by yourself x2 and if he knows where youre trying to look he wont be there no you wont see him anymore sick of loving nothing setting tables just for one well you shouldve counted your blessings before they walked out the door