You turned and left but it turned out right
I found my guitar, you moved on with life
We still laugh like old friends when I see you out
Last dance, last call, last round of shots
One more cold beer, you look so hot
But, I stumbled into a cab and went home alone
I might lose my mind late tonight
And get drunk enough to think it's alright
And a good idea to call you on the phone
I'll let it ring a thousand times
Hoping you pick up that line
But the way it ends, we both already know
It's just the whiskey callin'... but you're not home
Most days I'm out here on the road
Another town, another show
New faces in the crowd become old friends
The lights come down, I leave the stage
And like Seger said, "I turn the page"
Pour myself a round of shots of then...
I might lose my mind late tonight
And get drunk enough to think it's alright
And a good idea to call you on the phone
I'll let it ring a thousand times
Hoping you pick up that line
But the way it ends, we both already know
It's just the whiskey callin'... but you're not home
I shouldn't even try
But, the bottle's almost dry
And you're not home
I might lose my mind late tonight
And get drunk enough to think it's alright
And a good idea to call you on the phone
I'll let it ring a thousand times
Hoping you pick up that line
But the way it ends, we both already know
It's just the whiskey callin'... but you're not home
No, you're not home
You're not home
