I've got the evening off, I'm thinking about making a call,
Apologize, you know, pay the landlady the rent,
Apologize again to the woman I thought I loved but didn't,
Look at myself in the mirror, shave, and try not to drink.

I've got the evening off, I'll write a letter, an e-mail,
Tell her that I miss her and want her to come over,
Pay the bills, walk back to the park and breathe,
Look at my reflection in the windows of tall buildings, and try not to shrink.

I've got the evening off, I have the city's company,
I'll call her before I sleep again, I have to, I say
To those who listen, and there aren't many here,
I'll drink to the last drop, but I won't break down.