The year is growing old, under a cloudy sky Like pouring new wine into an old glass We'll drink the bottle dry Just walk with me to the end of the night Haloed streetlights shine down on an empty street Miles and miles of nothing at all Fall asleep to the sound of the ringing in my ears Lay my tired head on what could have been Wake up alone again Reel in another week, order another round Tonight we run from last call to last chance The barroom clock runs down, down, down Just walk with me to the end of the night Haloed streetlights shine down on your twisted sheets Empty bottles all over the floor Fall asleep to the sound of your breathing in my ear Sleep the dark dreamless sleep of the dead For this once we'll have company when we wake up alone again