The Evening's Young

The evening's young The night began Between the bottles in a mirror I'm smiling at myself Look in my eyes and start to count The bottles on the shelf Bottles on the shelf Evening's young The night began Barman brings another beer Could ask myself Why am I here Between the bottles in a mirror Smiling at myself Look in my eyes and start to count The bottles on the shelf I know I could at any time Get up the chair and leave this place I know I could at any time Get up the chair and leave this place I wait for me and my decision Between the bottles that's my face TV shows a football game I leave the place but all the same If someone asked me "Hey guy you Where do you go, what do you do?" I wouldn't know what I could say ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By BLANK, BORIS / MEIER, DIETER Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.