Uncle Tupelo - "Flatness" lyrics

Beer makes you weary

But you need something to get along

You stare at the flatness
Beside the dark home

They'll not hear you whisper

This isn't where it ends
Your hand holds the bottle

That has become your last and only friend

I've lost all hope

There's hope for you
If not just in the possibility

Of a better next day

If not just in the simple fact
There's no other way

You lie on that couch

And try to dream once more

But your only goal is to sleep

And outside the leaves are all changing
Until the news is over