5am and still we’re talking   rambling on about past lovers   tears are us and laughter plenty   here’s to one you’d clean forgotten      you're not so kind, I’m more forgiving   could I just have been that drunken fool?   on the evidence of tonight it seems   hindsight's failure points straight to me   points straight to you      tell you the thoughts of raising anchor   charges the blood and rushes through me   what have you now that keeps you grounded?   I have nothing but my fears and frailties   and lazy old me      where in the world would I run?   everywhere I love it is well haunted    and where in the world would run?