Sunday Night — текст песни (Buffalo Tom)

Sunday night and now I know
How the night can pass slow
All kinds of ugly outside that`s right
And I`m all alone tonight
Distant highway din
Leaky roof my doubt drips in
And as the streetlights and my prospects dim
She turns in bed and thinks of him
Where`s the solace you can find?
Is it at the bottom of your mind?
My friends pushed me from behind
I feel so empty I could die
A ladder to the edge
Hangover throbs inside my head
And all the stupid things I`ve ever said
Now make me wish that I was dead
It`s nighttime, Greenwich Mean time
A man puts on a detour sign
And the waterfalls of regret
Unleash in a torrent of cold sweat