Michael - how about this ?
Starring at this picture of much happier times
Long gone, long gone
Reading through these lyrics, much happier lines
So wrong, so wrong
Bottle of Jack besides my bed
Wouldn’t know how else to fall asleep
Drifting in and out of sleep, ever restless nights
Spirits not restored
Awakened every morning by unwelcome light
Unsure, unsure
Bottle of Jack beside my bed
But still my rest is incomplete
Grimbo
