I heard the news The news today That you’d gone Gone away The sands of time Have all worn down Tonight in whisky I will drown Sometimes it’s quick Sometimes it’s slow And now your hourglass is flowed Sometimes it’s slow Sometimes it’s fast And now your futures Are all past And so I stand Beside your grave And for a moment Try to pray And then a bar A bar is found I watch the jukebox Spinning round In whisky I will drown