I was drunk in a bar in Austin But I could have sworn it was in Seattle I had the taste of the road in my mouth It was bittersweet I saw somebody I thought I knew And I called out their name But it wasn't their name at all I felt stupid, I felt so lonely But I'll be home in a couple of weeks Please, please, please don't forget about me Just a few more places I've gotta be Please, please, please don't forget about me I was sober in a bar in Berlin Everybody else was drunk And I was talking to Mike McColgan Man, I used to wanna be him But maybe I don't have the drive Or the heart, or the guts, or the connections If you risk it all and lose, can you ever start over? But I'll be home in a couple of weeks Please, please, please don't forget about me I'll try to call if I get a few minutes alone I just wanna hear you breathing Please, please, please don't forget about me