Holding fast until the rent checks wear thin
because it hasn′t sunk in... so far

Well it′s a drab routine, the dust storms building
and then it′s hard to come clean

Then the months stack up to an addictive crutch
As if the drink weren′t enough
A stagger cannot compete
There′s no charm in being residential state street

And if I was sober
could I kill caution and stay over
And if I was sober
would I rip hearts apart like paper?

I wish you could know better than you show
with parted lips pointed down
That the whiskey soothes more than you could ever do.

And if I was sober
Could I kill caution and stay over?
And if I was sober
Would I rip hearts apart like paper?

What a difference it made
What a difference it made

And if I was sober
Could I kill caution and stay over?
And if I was sober
Would I rip hearts apart like paper?

What a difference it made
What a difference it made