Lyrics:

Doug and the Slugs
Cognac and Bologna
Drifting Away
There could be countless reasons
Tension rules this house
That it does goes without saying or doubt
You of course claim it's a force that rules from stars far away, I say
Could be the communists
Maybe the RCMP
More likely you and me, just drifting away
I offered small resistance that's a doorway made of glass
Patiently waiting for that stone to be cast
Though my inaction attracted scorn
That morning's quiet fuming
I never talk to you
You don't like being ignored
My thoughts are out that door and drifting away
No I'm not mocking or talking to amuse myself
You've got my number down
You know every one of my names
I think it's plain to see we've drifted away
You could be the Queen of England
And still it'd be the same
Calling it quits can go by so many names
Needing a breather
Relief
A place
Some space to call your own
I've heard 'em all before
I know every one of those lines
So why don't you take what's yours? I'll take what's mine
And no I'm not mocking or talking to amuse myself
You've got my number down
You know every one of my names
I think it's plain to see we've drifted away