Whisky on a Monday Night

well i’m not proud to fill this third glass
i know it’s plain old comfort drinking
she was always perfectly clear
but now there’s simply no room for doubt
and this dark admits no light
whisky on a monday night

so i walk this crowded little town
where it’s not hard to find somebody
watch the screens, believe the lies, and get it on
if i can’t have her, i must have someone
so ride, sally, ride
only bring my whisky on a monday night

maybe i’d hate her if i knew her more
maybe i’d find some flaw that bugged me
maybe i only want what i can’t have
maybe she and i’d have been no fun
yeah and maybe i’m the clim clam queen of sheba
drinking king solomon’s whisky on a monday night

so i’ll say that i’m happy for her
go home and write another love song
only a song – yes, i’ve said this all before
the one thing i can do does nothing -
nothing at all - and, as for happy
only count the whiskies on a monday night