Somewhere to spend our time
And somewhere to drink our wine
And somewhere to watch the women and children
Growing older
Someone to hold my hand
Could be a woman or man
And another month of drunken bliss
Is starting over
There's always tomorrow
To forget about the past
The souls that grew from love
We knew they'd never last
It's the pain you're inviting
It's yourself that you're giving away
It's the pain you're inviting
It's yourself that you're giving away
Somewhere to play that game
And someone to call my name
And somewhere to watch the restless women
Taking over