I'm going to a place where all my cups are always filled up

It's the kind of place I can bank on on a lonely Sunday night

And when I stick my hands in my pockets and I drink down all my heavens

And I let myself get loose, so I don't stay uptight

And I can't decide

And I can't decide

If I might feel alone tonight

The backside of the billboard has a lot of information

About where to go when you can't lose all the things you kept inside for so long

And if you might call them, you might make yourself a new friend

Or at least someone you can talk to for the remainder of the night

And I might just think

Of something that might

Just charm the stranger on the other end of the line