The glass is so cold The body is bold The flavor is old 2003 sure is a good year I sip from the glass I say it’s my last I lied I drink and I drink It’s to bad I can’t think Someone please tell me to stop I stumble and mumble My fingers they fumble Oh where oh where are my keys The walk from the bar It sure seemed far I can’t wait to get home and sleep The lights are so bright From the darkest of night Oh where oh where is the road The last I remembered It was my right of way Now I lay here in the grave I wish I had a friend.