Whiskey Callin'

You turned and left but it turned out right

I found my guitar, you moved on with life

We still laugh like old friends when I see you out

Last dance, last call, last round of shots

One more cold beer, you look so hot

But, I stumbled into a cab and went home alone

I might lose my mind late tonight

And get drunk enough to think it's alright

And a good idea to call you on the phone

I'll let it ring a thousand times

Hoping you pick up that line

But the way it ends, we both already know

It's just the whiskey callin'... but you're not home

Most days I'm out here on the road

Another town, another show

New faces in the crowd become old friends

The lights come down, I leave the stage

And like Seger said, "I turn the page"

Pour myself a round of shots of then...

I might lose my mind late tonight

And get drunk enough to think it's alright

And a good idea to call you on the phone

I'll let it ring a thousand times

Hoping you pick up that line

But the way it ends, we both already know

It's just the whiskey callin'... but you're not home

I shouldn't even try

But, the bottle's almost dry

And you're not home

I might lose my mind late tonight

And get drunk enough to think it's alright

And a good idea to call you on the phone

I'll let it ring a thousand times

Hoping you pick up that line

But the way it ends, we both already know

It's just the whiskey callin'... but you're not home

No, you're not home

You're not home