I wake up Sunday morning

With my mind all in a haze

Tearstains on my pillow

And make up on my face

I see those empty whiskey bottles

And records scattered on the floor

And from the next room I hear crying

Then I remember the night before

I saw her dancing at the party

So young with laughter in her face

And when the others had departed

Convincing words and she stayed late

And now those empty whiskey bottles

They stand accusing from the floor

That I hear footsteps as she's leaving

Yes she remembers the night before

If I could turn back the clock

Turn it back to yesterday

There are things I wouldn't do

And things I wouldn't say

But now those empty whiskey bottles

Within my mind forevermore

And in the silence I hear crying

Yes I remember the night before