Sunday night and now I know  How the night can pass slow  All kinds of ugly outside that's right  And I'm all alone tonight  Distant highway din  Leaky roof my doubt drips in  And as the streetlights and my prospects dim  She turns in bed and thinks of him  Where's the solace you can find?  Is it at the bottom of your mind?  My friends pushed me from behind  I feel so empty I could die  A ladder to the edge  Hangover throbs inside my head  And all the stupid things I've ever said  Now make me wish that I was dead  It's nighttime, Greenwich Mean time  A man puts on a detour sign  And the waterfalls of regret  Unleash in a torrent of cold sweat  © 1994 Scrawny Music, BMI