I'm sinking into my chair.
I grin towards the sky pleading please.
I can't recall much of last nite and blackouts are shading my eyes.

A letter from miles away brings something you gave me with nothing more to say to me.
You won't be there for me and I won't be waiting, just leaving when you arrive.

Take care, the east coast is calling me and i'm answering with smiles.
Just let me finish this one last drink then I'll be gone.

Now you sleep well at nite.
I wish I could say the same, but these late nites are leaving me wasted.