Waking Up In Strange Places
A touching piano ballad about the use of alcohol to ease heartbreak.
Me and my constituents, banging on some instruments.
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Story behind the song
I just wrote this song because I realized that some people really depend on alcohol as a constant source of support in their life in a way they should be doing with a loved one. It is a fictional account. Nothing more.
Lyrics
Waking Up In Strange Places,
To vague somewhat familiar faces,
With no recollection of the night before
With a headache thats pounding,
and a ringing sound resounding,
Laying on a cold concrete basement floor
I clutch the necklace you gave me,
Hoping something will save me,
From the stronghold I'm in from the liquor
With each night we're not speaking,
I become more of a weakling,
and I grow even sicker
I tried to drown out my sorrow in the bottle,
Hoping it would last past tomorrow,
But now all I have to show for my reckless abandon,
Is an unease in my gut, headrush each time I try standing
On the verge of passing out,
What I wouldn't give to be sober,
For I know when I wake I will be hung over
It causes you grief and worry and bothers you so terribly,
But for me its my only form of therapy
You're the one I usually talk to, when I have problems,
But when the problems are with you I need my friend Sam Adams to solve them
The hope of holding you sunk, I'm getting drunk,
From the 30 i've kept concealed in the trunk
Cause to drown out my sorrow, if only til tomorrow,
Sounds better than crying and feeling hollow
Maybe next time I wake up in a strange place,
It won't be to a vague somewhat familiar face,
I'll open my eyes, and as I rise, I'll see a face that I recognize,
and you will be there to help put my life back together
I'll open my eyes, and as I rise, I'll see a face that I recognize,
and you will be there,
and you will be there,
and you will be there
