Chasing the moon
Sad is the man who drinks with himself to forget the day that precedes. Sad turns to happy, from happy to bitter. That bitter old man is me. One for my headache. Two for the road. Three for my family. Four for the show. Five for my sorrows. Six for my wrongs. Seven to hell with this song. Everyone feels the need to belong. Everyone feels the need for a cause. The forces of nature are naturally strong, but where is the effect? I say hey, drink it all away. Dance by the light of the stars in the sky and sleep all alone tonight.