In a bar Where they play blues songs I sit waiting for your call Writing nonsense on a napkin Wondering why it never ends When all i want is to be friends My friend ana wrote a letter She said love had made me beautiful I have smiled and ordered whiskey I have telephoned my lover I don't have to wait his call We don't have to hide at all It is sad and even funny That it all amounts to this drinking whiskey For no reason Because i heard it in a song That's what you do when things go wrong I'll have another of the good stuff Just to pass away the time 'Cause walking home drunk and lonesome Was not my plan tonight