Watching the clock past midnight
No place to go
Nothing to do
Sometimes I think I'm living for this
Watching people from the bar,
Sipping iced tea
Anything else is too strong
But I can feel the caffeine,
I know when the sugar hits
I'll feel a little better.
I can't go home
No home to go home to
No arms waiting.
The waitress brings more tea
I forgot to add the sugar
No place to spit
I swallow the bitterness
Then I think again
Watch the clock
It's almost morning now
No place to go
Nothing to do
I can't go home
No home to go home to;
I swallow the bitterness.