The Party

Honey, the party

You went away quickly,

But oh that's the trouble

With ticking and tocking

I licked the ice cube

From your empty glass

Oh we stayed much too late

Till they're cleaning the ashtrays

Do you have change

Or a button, or cash?

All my pockets hang out

Like two surrender flags

Oh, but I'd pay anything

To keep my conscience clean,

I'm keeping my eye on the exits

I'm steady now

Ooh, ooh

Ooh, ooh

How did we get here?

With creaks in these chairs

Oh, there aren't enough hands

To point all the fingers

But I sit transfixed

By a hole in your t-shirt

I've said much too much

And they're trying to speak up

Ooh, ooh

Ooh, ooh

Ooh, ooh