[00:11.30]I wake up Sunday morning
[00:15.69]With my mind all in a haze
[00:21.17]Tearstains on my pillow
[00:25.91]And make-up on my face
[00:32.56]I see those empty whiskey bottles
[00:37.36]And records scattered on the floor
[00:42.16]And from the next room, I hear crying
[00:45.99]Then I remember the night before
[00:59.26]I saw her dancing at the party
[01:03.92]So young with laughter in her face
[01:09.04]And when the others had departed
[01:13.87]Convincing words and she stayed late
[01:21.09]And now those empty whiskey bottles
[01:26.02]They stand accusing from the floor
[01:31.00]That I hear footsteps as she's leaving
[01:34.55]Yes, she remembers the night before
[01:46.89]If I could turn back the clock
[01:50.93]Turn it back to yesterday
[01:56.96]There are things I wouldn't do
[02:02.06]And things I wouldn't say
[02:29.57]But now those empty whiskey bottles
[02:34.58]Within my mind forevermore
[02:39.53]And in the silence, I hear crying
[02:42.95]Yes, I remember the night before