Drinking Again by Bette Midler

Drinkin' again.
Thinking of when you loved me.
Having a few.
Wishing that you were here.

Making the rounds.
Buying a round for total strangers.
Just being a fool,
'cause i keep hoping, hoping, hoping you'll appear.

Sure i can borrow a smoke.
I can sit here all night and tell these jokers some jokes,
But who wants to laugh, who's gonna laugh
At a broken heart?
Oh, my heart is aching, i swear it's breaking.

And i'm drinking again.
Thinking of when you loved me.
And i'm tryin' to get home
With nothing, nothing but a memory.

Yes, i'm dying to get home,
Dying to get home.
And i got nothin' but a bottle of beer,
And just my memory.