Из альбома: Down With Wilco: A Tragedy in Three Halfs
These days, losing ground control
These days down the rabbit hole
I try to catch a piece of sky, but I'm flying too low
Still, I never want to lose the days of wine and booze
Each night, might procrastinate
Every night I can't hardly wait
I know once the feeling flows, it's a long, hard way
Still, I never want to lose the days of wine and booze
Who will hold you when you're falling?
Who will pick up when you call in?
One day, if I'm old or dead
One day, can't get out of bed
I hope and pray the night before we were out of our heads
'Cos I never want to lose the days of wine and booze