An Empty Glass ( That's the Way the Day Ends)

An Empty Glass

and last cigarette

to closing time

and I'm drunk again

but somehow I make it home

cry myself to sleep

that's the way the day ends,

every night for me.Every night I'm in some bar,

pouring whiskey on a heart that's on fire.

Forgiving you, ain't no easy thing,

each night for me always ends that same.An Empty Glass

and last cigarette

to closing time

and I'm drunk again

but somehow I make it home

cry myself to sleep

that's the way the day ends,

every night for me.(Instrumental)An Empty Glass

and last cigarette

to closing time

and I'm drunk again

but somehow I make it home

cry myself to sleep

that's the way the day ends,

every night for me.Yeah, that's the way the day ends,

every night for me.