red faced, empty glass,
reminisce on what has past,
where you've been and who you've met,
what you've seen, it may not be a lot to me,
it may not be a lot to me, but i still feel for you.

you take your drink, don't say a word,
you sit there on your own as straight as possible,
where has everybody gone, don't you know anyone anymore?
i wonder what you think about
and who you are.