Hawksley Workman Prettier Face
Closed eyes
Closed heart
Now baby that ain't much of a start
Some other time
Some other place
And maybe with a prettier face
See me fall down
See me rise up
Drinking just to empty the cup
Whatever this is
Oh baby I've had enough
And nothing's for sure
And nothing's maintained
And nothing's gonna grow to replace
As beauty is made
As beauty is torn down
You and me out drunk on the town
Waking up tired
Waking up sore
Waking up and asking what for
Gaining in strength
In popular thought
Oh baby I've had enough
I can't hide these uncried tears
No more.