Lyrics

He called her at five thirty on a Friday, he said "the boys and I stopped off for something cold / I won't be long, just one and I'll be home before you know" / But one beer turned into two and then another and he decided that he ought to call again / But when she picked up he could hear the teardrops on the other end / She said "last call you told me you'd be home / Last call you said you'd have just one but that was hours ago / When your high on top a bar stool, nothing matters much at all / And I don't know if I can wait around for one more last call" / He held that phone as tightly as a bottle, he said "I'm sorry" to a dial tone / He glanced at his beer, the choice was clear he wasn't going home / When last rang out he just started crying, another Friday night he drank away / He staggered to the phone drunk enough to know what she would say / She said "last call you told me you'd be home / Last call you said you'd have just one but that was hours ago / When your high on top a bar stool, nothing matters much at all / And I don't know if I can wait around for one more last call" / He said "just tell me you'll be there for me tonight / 'Cause I'm going to need you if I'm going to win this fight" / She said "I'm sorry I've done all I know to do, you gave up long ago, maybe I should too" / She said "last call you told me you'd be home / Last call you said you'd have just one but that was hours ago / When your high on top a bar stool, nothing matters much at all / And I don't know if I can wait around for one more last call"
C2005 Steven Howell, BMI