Count the Bubbles

In this dim bar all alone, My mind is wandering back to home, And the loved ones that I left so far behind; With little else for me to do, Just feel alone and blue, I counted bubbles in the glass to ease my mind. There's a bubble for your wife, 'Cause you know you ruined her life, And the little bubbles represent your kids; Better have another drink, You're gettin' too much time to think, Then count the bubbles in the glass And cry, my friend. Count the bubbles in the glass, Each one's a memory of your past, There's one for every foolish thing you've done; There's one for every tear you cried, One for every time you lied, Count the bubbles in the glass And cry, my friend. There's one for Mom and Dad, 'Cause you treated them so bad, And you know you rushed them to an early grave; It's too late now, my friend, to think, Just have another drink, Then count the bubbles in the glass And cry, my friend. Count the bubbles in the glass, Each one's a memory of your past, There's one for every foolish thing you've done; There's one for every tear you cried, One for every time you lied, Count the bubbles in the glass And cry, my friend. Count the bubbles in the glass And cry, my friend.