Honey, the party, you went away quickly

But oh, that's the trouble with ticking and tocking

I lick the ice cubes from your empty glass

Oh, we've stayed much too late'til they're cleaning the ashtrays

Do you have change or a button or cash?

Oh, my pockets hang out like two surrender flags

Oh, but I'd pay anything to keep my conscience cleanKeeping my eye on the exits,

I'm steady now

How did we get here?

With creaks in these chairs

Oh there aren't enough hands to point all the fingers

But I sit transfixed by a hole in your t-shirt

Oh I've said much too much and they're trying to sweep up