Stop all this talk, turn off the telephone Open up another bottle, send those people home Let it get real quiet, turn that lamp way down low I'm gonna float down this river of tears I remember how we spoke on the days he was dry Even now that he's gone

I don’t ever want to wake up Lookin’ into someone else’s eyes Another Voice calling me baby On the other end of the phone A new girl puttin’ on her makeup Before dinner on Friday night No I don’t ever wanna know, oh oh No other shotgun rider, beside me,