He staggers into the bar

In the last hour of the night

It's cold in here

But it's even colder on the outside

And do you ask him questions like,

"Where have you been tonight?"

or do you just give him a beer,

and say, "Hey, do you wanna come along for the ride?"



Is this caving in

The kinds of questions you'd like to ask of me

Is this opening

The barriers you'd rather not see

Is this a picture you painted

On a wall which called you free

Is this hazing completely

Boundless in a caged-in sea.



Steady hand in hand

And drinking it so fast

He'll tell you the whole story

At the bottom of the glass

But first let's drink to the women

And let's drink to the day

That we made it through in one piece

That we made it through okay



Well haligh, haligh

I'm not thankful for what you hide

Or hold crookedly in your conscience

So why don't you go home and ask your wife

If she's ready now for forgiveness



He buys a ticket and then sends you postcards of the truth

And now hideous allocations

Are dancing naked in front of you

The front door is filled with the darkness of her eyes

She says, "Honey, it's so cold out there, please, come inside."

And the air is so thick that neither of them can see

I'm gonna watch you fall asleep

So you don't wake up to watch me



But haligh, haligh

I'm not thankful for what you hide

Or hold crookedly in your conscience

But I feel that I am honored to be your wife

So I will offer some forgiveness