Midnight - not everything is alright   Our hero waltzed in, falls down on the floor again   When he gets up - filling his cup   Too blind to even care   What to do if we're not there   He'll be alright   Find your own way   Find your own way home tonight   Naked at the end of tom's bed   Teardrop stains on his cheek but   he's got so much more to drink   And in the morning, he's never such a sure thing   Until the afternoon he finds another bag of goon   And its alright   Find your own way home tonight   No good that you're feeling low   Not gonna save your sight (help your flight)   Cross eyed, a little tongue-tied   Not not good enough to doubt   All the shit that's coming out   No defense until someone take offense   If he can get up off the floor   Get himself out of the door   He'll be alright