It's a long ride off a slow dive
It's a chorus of Auld Lang Syne
Some lies are honest, no matter how you feel
Like a promise over a breaking wheel
It's an albatross on your bedroom door
It's only the promise you just can't make no more
It's the headache on your picnic
It's the bloody wound that you've neglected
It's the gas mask over cocktails
It's the remedy when you're not sick
It's an albatross on your bedroom door
It's only the promise you just can't make no more
It's an albatross on your bedroom door
It's only the promise you just can't make no more
Oh
How?