Stuck Out Here Sober Up Tomorrow lyrics

Out on the road playing with bands we don't know
Hope this one's a better show, I hope the kids will show at all
They probably won't, it makes me miss back home
It makes me feel alone, it makes me change my tone and ask:

Oh Nostalgia, what have you done for me lately?
You won't buy me a round tonight, or back me up in a fight.
Oh Nostalgia, with every mile I drive, every step I strive
Every leap that turns into a dive
I can feel something deep down die
And what's dying is what's keeping me alive

I get into these day-drunk stews
That turn into binge drink feuds between my contrasting moods
Between my daydream prose and my heartbroke woes

When I should have dignity and don't, act with integrity but won't

So I sit on the curb and call you from my cell
And try and act like the night went well
And you ask if I've had a few
And I guarantee you that's more than true

And I sit on the curb and call you from my cell
And try and act like the night wasn't hell
And you ask if I've had a few
And all I hope is that I can sober up tomorrow