You sit on a wooden stool and wonder
Lights dim, music pounds, people stare
Why are you here?

Glasses clink as mirrors reflect blank faces
Women, men, wine and beer
Why do you stay?

Your eyes become clouded and heavy
Your mind screaming inside your head
Is anyone listening?

A once crowed place becomes empty
The bartender asks you to leave
Can you find your car?

A cold mist awakens your face and covers the ground
Dangerous risks are welcomed as you drive,
Have you the nerve?

The trip is not remembered
With morning comes reality
Are you still alive?