Lyric The Evening s Young

The evening s young
The night began
Between the bottles in a mirror
I m smiling at myself
Look in my eyes and start to count
The bottles on the shelf
Bottles on the shelf
Evening s young
The night began
Barman brings another beer
Could ask myself
Why am I here
Between the bottles in a mirror
Smiling at myself
Look in my eyes and start to count
The bottles on the shelf
I know I could at any time
Get up the chair and leave this place
I know I could at any time
Get up the chair and leave this place
I wait for me and my decision
Between the bottles that s my face
TV shows a football game
I leave the place but all the same
If someone asked me "Hey guy you
Where do you go, what do you do?"
I wouldn t know what I could say