Sitting in a darkened bar
Ten dead soldiers in a row
My bladder was now screaming
It's time for you to go
I ordered up another drink
Left my seat, went down the hall
And on my way back to the bar
I saw a number on the wall
Help...it said, is close, close by
It's nearer than you think
Call, the number that you see
Before you order your next drink
I thought, it doesn't make much sense
I've got my life under control
I haven't bottomed out quite yet
I'm only half way down the hole
Four more drinks and then again
I stumbled down the hall
And coming back, I once more read
The notice on the wall
Help...it said, is close, close by
It's nearer than you think
Call, the number that you see
Before you order your next drink
I put a dime into the payphone
I thought I'd give it one good try
Before I hit rock bottom
I'd call them up or else I'd die
A friendly voice responded
"out of service...try again"
I laughed at this short message
Then I tried it once again
I checked the number on the notice
Dialed it, and then I heard
the message "out of service"
I laughed at every word
It seems that "out of service"
Was a title I should hold
After all I was a soldier
Out of work, and drunk, and cold
Those three words, they described me
"Out of service" , right bang on
No one cared that I was falling
Who would notice when I'm gone?
I went back to my barstool
Downed my drink and got one more
I thought, I'd better have another
Before I stumbled out the door
Before I went, I ventured
To the jukebox, checked for change
The sign said "out of service"
I thought that that was strange
Twice now, "out of service"
In a message sent to me
Was I truly worth redemption
A hopeless case for all to see
I figured that tomorrow
If I found I woke up dead
"out of service" were the last words
That were emblazoned in my head
I went back to the barkeep
Ordered one more for the road
Then I downed another soldier
"out of service" number stowed
I'd laugh on this tomorrow
If I made it through this night
I was truly "out of service"
I need help to find the light.
