Understand what turns a man to drink
Understand what turns a man to drink
What it is that takes him to the brink ?
and makes him try to tame his sorrow
Sitting in the darkest corner, blocking out tomorrow
Pretty women , pretty girls
don't look his way anymore , like they did before
he stares into his half full glass
no one asks about his day
Understand what turns a man to drink
What it is that takes him to the brink ?
and makes him try to tame his sorrow
Sitting in the darkest corner, blocking out tomorrow
he should go home, he's drunk enough
he likes to be alone , at the pub with distant company
he likes the sadness, that clings to him
he likes its heavy feel, it brings him comfort
Understand what turns a man to drink
What it is that takes him to the brink ?
and makes him try to tame his sorrow
Sitting in the darkest corner, blocking out tomorrow
he often thinks , what might have been
he hates the past but lives in it
he feels the sadness in his house
the timber frames and walls reek of it
Understand what turns a man to drink
What it is that takes him to the brink ?
and makes him try to tame his sorrow
Sitting in the darkest corner, blocking out tomorrow
her smile beams at her from her photo
as he goes to the fridge for another beer
he pauses and so does time
he wants to block out tomorrow, he always does
Understand what turns a man to drink
What it is that takes him to the brink ?
and makes him try to tame his sorrow
Sitting in the darkest corner, blocking out tomorrow
