We've sat at dirty tables for longer than I care to know
We've danced on dirty tabletops, to rhythm, slow rhythm, swung low
And we've polished up our faces, pretended that we wanted to go
Out, to the night, to the places seen through the window
Those are the hours that we'll be glad that we drank away
With all the bottles we gathered on the terms that we'd get dry some day
I fall backwards and travel upon a path to the same old place
Drag my corpse through midnight, through the hours, to the set of our ways
When we're struck by daylight, and yet that weariness remains
And our mornings and our nights are just a single frame away
And the forces that guide us from the one glass to the next
Will be the same that guide us straight back to our beds
And I, I'd like to help you mend
Yeah I, I'd like to help you mend
Yeah I, I'd like to help you mend
So long as it mends me
So long as we are we