I wake up Sunday morning   With my mind all in a haze   Tearstains on my pillow   And make-up on my face   I see those empty whiskey bottles   And records scattered on the floor   And from the next room, I hear crying   Then I remember the night before      I saw her dancing at the party   So young with laughter in her face   And when the others had departed   Convincing words and she stayed late   And now those empty whiskey bottles   They stand accusing from the floor   That I hear footsteps as she's leaving   Yes, she remembers the night before      If I could turn back the clock   Turn it back to yesterday   There are things I wouldn't do   And things I wouldn't say      But now those empty whiskey bottles   Within my mind forevermore   And in the silence, I hear crying   Yes, I remember the night before