Forty five steps to the liquor store    Just another breakdown that I can't afford but   Can't worry about tomorrow's pain tonight   Alright   Forty five minutes 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   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