I don't feel any real intoxication From bourbon whiskey, or the scotch, or the rye And I don't hear damn near any singing From the birds at my window or in the sky Since you've gone My present just gets past me And my future Seems to always be a day away And in the time That's gone by here without you My present Just gets past me every day Since you've gone My present just gets past me And my future Seems to always be a day away And in the time That's gone by here without you My present Just gets past me every day
