In the end will it matter that you've gone?   In the end will I go on minding that you've gone?   Will the night always seem so long?   Is it really darkest before dawn?   Will I see whiskey as a Mother in the end?      In the end will I smash my brains with drinking?   Till I fall down on the floor   Will I hiccup and jabber   Saying things I never meant?      Will I kiss and cry and wake to find   A sordid stranger by my bed?   Will the world shake its sensible head   And say the words that have to be said?   She's got a problem      Every problem has solution in the end   And solutions must be final   For help gets so unhelpful near the end      When I take my last ride   Down the big dipper slide   Will I care, will it matter   If the world should say?      She had a problem   She had a problem   She had a problem      In the end will it matter that you've gone?   In the end will I go on minding that you've gone?   Will the night always seem so long?   Is it really darkest before dawn?   Will I see whiskey as a Mother in the end?