You had a little drink   Your friends have all gone   Leaving you to find   Your weaving way home      What more can I do?   There's a chance that I may   Have to stand back and watch you find   Your own weaving way      It's not the way you talk   That's making me grieve   It's not the way you walk   It's the way that you weave      It's eating you inside   Then tossed out like a bone   Leaving you to find   Your weaving way home      The sun on the horizon   Was turning dawn to day   By the time you finally found   Your own weaving way      Oh, I love the way you laugh   When I ask you to leave   I swear that I don't love you   For the way that you weave      Forgive me, my friend   Did I forget to mention?   The path that you have chosen   Is paved with your intentions      Touch a finger to your nose   I wish you well   Walk a straight line   On the road to hell