The year is growing old under a cloudy sky   Like pouring new wine into an old glass   We'll drink the bottle dry      Just walk with me to the end of the night      Haloed streetlights shine down   On an empty street   Miles and miles of nothing at all   Fall asleep to the sound   Of the ringing in my ears   Lay my tired head on what could have been   And wake up alone again      Reel in another week, order another round   Tonight we run from last call to last chance   The barroom clock runs down, down, down      Just walk with me to the end of the night      Haloed streetlights shine down   On your twisted sheets   Empty bottles all over the floor   Fall asleep to the sound   Of your breathing in my ear   Sleep the dark dreamless sleep of the dead      Haloed streetlights shine down   On your twisted sheets   Empty bottles all over the floor   Fall asleep to the sound   Of your breathing in my ear   For this once we'll have company   When we wake up alone again   Wake up alone...