Lyrics:

Well, a person can work up a mean, mean thirst after a hard day of nothin' much at all
The summer's passed, it's too late to cut the grass, there ain't much to rake anyway in the fall
And sometimes I just ain't in the mood to take my place in back with the loudmouths
You're like a picture on the fridge that's never stocked with food, I used to live at home, now I stay at the house

And everybody wants to be special here
They call your name out, loud and clear

Here comes a regular, call out your name
Here comes a regular, am I the only one here today?

Well, a drinkin' buddy that's bound to another town and once, the police made you go away
And even if you're in the arms of someone's baby now, I'll take a great big whiskey to you anyway

And everybody wants to be someone's here
Someone's gonna show up, never fear

'Cause here comes a regular, call out your name
Yes, now here comes a regular, am I the only one who feels ashamed?

Kneeling alongside old Sad Eyes, he says, 'Opportunity knocks once, then the door slams shut'
All I know is I'm sick of everything that my money can buy, the fool who wastes his life, God rest his guts
First the lights, then the collar goes up and the wind begins to blow, turn your back on a pay-you-back, last call
First the glass, then the leaves that last, then comes the snow, ain't much to rake anyway in the fall