Half seas over
Go point your gun to someone else's head.
Can't laugh about it anymore.
Got tired of looking at your barrel cross-eyed.
I don't like it anymore.
In the dim blue mist I'm seeking ( in the distance glares a beacon )
for away to dissapear
Or could it be there's n o such thing, no hocus-locust, no magic ring
that in a wink takes me from here.
Go spill your drink on someone else's shirt.
I'm getting tired of it all.
Your talk of how the rot set in, plastered up against the wall.
All worn out with my head in my drink, Lord have I ever stopped to think
instead of dream, half-way half seas over.
Too big for my boots, someone better smile at me real soon, ah don't let her....
I'm showing of my new face.
My blue eye fixed upon the light that beamed all through your hair all night
I was only holding you to hold me.
We sang on the curb, we danced unto the early birds in the morning,
and down the hallway.
