O' Rourke's, 1:20 A.M.

It's different when you're lonely
the whole worlds in love
Holding hands between bar stools
and you're holding your tongue

Hold on, you're so fucked up, you're so fickle
It's this what you want? So simple, so single

But it's Different when you're helpless
or when the bars close their doors
Growing hostile toward your waitress
Those extra tips were ignored

It's different 'cause desperate
begging loosely on the sidewalk
To a sea of last-callers
Keep the conversation quick and keep 'em interested
you're different and they sense it
your eyes can't disguise it
so glassy and empty ready to spill

Hold on please don't leave yet
I can't go home alone
It doesn't go over so well
So hold on, just alittle longer
Atleast thru the night
Atleast till the morning
Oh oh oh, oh oh oh

It's different when you're lonely
And the whole worlds in love
Hold on, hold on to me
I can't hardly stand
much less the sight of myself
So hold on, hold on tight dear
Put your foot on the gas
Get me the fuck out of here