Writer(s): Johnny Mercer / Doris Tauber
Drinking again, and thinking of when you loved me
I’m having a few, and wishing that you were here.
Making the rounds…accepting a round from a strangers
Being a fool, just hoping that you’ll appear.
Sure, I can borrow a smoke, maybe tell some joker a bad joke
But nobody laughs, they don’t laugh at a broken heart.
Oh, yeah, I’m drinking again, it’s always that same old story
After the kicks, there’s little old mixed-up me
Tryin’ to lose, a dream that used to be.