Out of Control

What goes wrong with the mind of a man in a bar

Who sits and keep drinking with his thoughts strayed so far

It's the same old sad story that has often been told

One drink then another till he's out of control.

As he sits at a table with his hands on the glass

For him there's no future there's only the past

He reaches for the bottle but his hands don't take hold

His eyes just can't focus he's out of control.

Does he search for contentment that he might hope to find

From a honky tonk woman or the bottles of wine

He shakes and he trembles even though he's not old

Like a leaf in a whirlwind he's out of control.

Yes I'm just like that fellow who sits there all alone

With no one to love me no family at home

I'm a picture of others with a future so cold

A life ain't worth livin' when it's out of control...