5am and still we’re talkingnrambling on about past loversntears are us and laughter plentynhere’s to one you’d clean forgottennnyou're not so kind, I’m more forgivingncould I just have been that drunken fool?non the evidence of tonight it seemsnhindsight's failure points straight to menpoints straight to younntell you the thoughts of raising anchorncharges the blood and rushes through menwhat have you now that keeps you grounded?nI have nothing but my fears and frailtiesnand lazy old mennwhere in the world would I run?neverywhere I love it is well haunted nand where in the world would run?