Here I Sit

Well I got drunk last night And the night before In fact ain't been sober  Since you walked out the door Well if I could walk you know I'd run I'd be running for you wild But here I sit Just crying like a child Well it ain't what you said It's more of how you said it That letter you left on my dresser A hundred times I've read it  If I could drive I'd race all night To be where you are by tomorrow  But here I sit  Drinking through my sorrow Well if the world could see me now They'd say I'm putting old Jones to shame But I ain't on no radio  Because they can't pronounce my name If I had any money  The next plane to you I'd be on it  But here I sit Swallowing my wallet If I had any money The next plane to you I'd be on it But here I sit Swallowing my wallet