He sits all alone in his easy chair
Staring back at his lost yesterdays
Long before he encountered the bottle
And the demons that drove her away
In his hand he was holding her photograph
Her image all tears stained and worn
Tonight he's embracing reality
And he curses the day he was born
And the darkness still echoes her
Warning you can't have two loves in your life
Now the things that will haunt him
Till the day that he dies
Is the smell of cheap whiskey and the sound of goodbye
Since the hour that she left he's been sober
And each breath that he drawn makes him think
About the life of his life gone forever
When he traded her love for a drink
And the darkness still echoes her
Warning you can't have two loves in your life
Now the things that will haunt him
Till the day that he dies
Is the smell of cheap whiskey and the sound of goodbye
The smell of cheap whiskey and the sound of good bye