Honey the party it went away quickly

But oh that's the trouble with ticking and talking

I lick the ice cubes from your empty glass

Oh we've stayed much too late till they're cleaning the ashtrays



Do you have change or a button or cash

Oh my pockets hang out like two surrender flags

Oh but I'd pay anything to keep my conscience clean

I'm keeping my eyes on the exit sign steady now



How did we get here with creaks in these chairs

Oh there aren't enough hands to point all the fingers

But I sit transfixed by a hole in your tee shirt

Oh I've said much too much and they're trying to sweep up