Is it whiskey? Is it ’cause all of the things I fear?
Is it the night when you’ve had enough?
Is it the night when you’e not gonna fall in love?
Is it all the drinks you pour?
Is it maybe why you & I find stop?
Is it the scream? Is it the shout?
Is it wondering who will be next to bail you out?
Is it too much working, and not enough?
Is it wondering when someone will call your bluff?
Is it sleeping in the bed? Or sleeping on the floor?
Is it wondering if you can do any of this anymore?
Isn’t it someone who’s not into bands?
Doesn’t it whether they still understand?
Is it a feeling as stupid as feeling small?
Is it all in your head? There’s nothing there at all.