She's Got A Problem

In the end will it matter that you've gone ?

In the end will I go on minding that you've gone ?

Will the night always seem so long,

Is it really darkest before dawn ?

Will I see whiskey as a Mother In the end ?

In the end will I smash my brains with drinking

Till I fall down on the floor,

Will I hiccup and jabber,

Saying things I never meant ?

Will I kiss and cry and wake to find

A sordid stranger by my bed ?

Will the world shake its sensible head

And say the words that have to be said:

'She's got a problem.'

Every problem has a solution in the end

And solutions must be final

For help gets so unhelpful near the end.

When I take my last ride

Down the big dipper slide,

Will I care, will it matter

If the world should say:

'She had a problem.'

She had a problem.

She had a problem.

In the end will it matter that you've gone ?

In the end will I go on minding that you've gone ?

Will the night always seem so long,

Is it really darkest before dawn ?

Will I see whiskey as a Mother

In the end ?