Forty five steps to the liquior store    Just another breakdown that I can't afford but   Can't worry about tomorrow's pain tonight   Alright      Forty five minitues it will all be gone   I'll be strapped to the tap like nothing's wrong but   Can't worry about tomorrow's pain tonight   Alright      These days, these nights are so ordinary   Smoke filled room conversation slow   Just leave me alone with the radio   Can't worry about tomorrow's pain tonight   Alright      End of the tunnel couldn't light my path   Souls warring down still running fast but   Can't worry about tomorrow's pain tonight,   Alright      Possessions never make good friends   You can throw it all away   Freedom is the race to your new beginning   Possessions never made much sense   Confessions never made much sense to me   These days, these nights are so ordinary