No letters, no email
Why do I even check?
I'm past my prime

it's curtain time
she's dancing at the discotheque
I hear that hard rain

Pounding the window pane
I tell myself I'm not the only one
The lonely one


She's livin', she's livin'
she's livin', she's livin'

I'm countin' empty bottles
Of Pabst Blue Ribbon


No missed calls, no voicemail
No love to resurrect
I'll take out the dog

Then burn some logs
She can even call collect
Deep down I know

She'll never show
I tell myself I'm not the only one
The lonely one


She's livin', she's livin'
she's livin', she's livin'

I'm countin' empty bottles
Of Pabst Blue Ribbon


In the morning
I'll pick myself up off the floor
In the morning

I'll shave, shower and close the door
In the morning


She's livin', she's livin'
she's livin', she's livin'
I'm countin' empty bottles

Of Pabst Blue Ribbon

She's livin'