Whitlams Pigeons In The Attic Room
Well i hate to have to tell you this But there were pigeons in the attic room When you left me standing gasping that afternoon And where the floor boards left their splinters As you left me so soon And me, i'm drunk again And when i'm drunk i make no sense But i crack more jokes and that's my self defence You caused me to think And i thought about what i had done without you You drove me to drink And i never had the courtesy to thank you