Paint Box

Last night I had too much to drink
Sitting in a club with so many fools
Playing to rules
Trying to impress and feeling rather empty
I had another drink

What a way to spend that evening
You don't turn up with their friends
Playing their game
Here in the scene or it should be
Far away

Getting up first without remembering
Where I've been

I open the door to an empty room
Then I forget

The telephone rings and someone speaks
She would very much like to go
Out to a show
So what can I do, I can't think what to say
She sees through any way

Out of the front door I go
Traffic's moving rather slow
Arriving late
There she waits looking very angry
As cross as she can be