Honey the party it went away quickly
But oh that's the trouble with ticking and talking
I lick the ice cubes from your empty glass
Oh we've stayed much too late till they're cleaning the ashtrays

Do you have change or a button or cash
Oh my pockets hang out like two surrender flags
Oh but I'd pay anything to keep my conscience clean
I'm keeping my eyes on the exit sign steady now

How did we get here with creaks in these chairs
Oh there aren't enough hands to point all the fingers
But I sit transfixed by a hole in your tee shirt
Oh I've said much too much and they're trying to sweep up