I'm Not a Drunkard
By Michael Chambers
I sit here every morning in the window of the bar
Watching as the world passes me by
My first drink’s on the table, my breakfast plate is clean
People look at me and wonder why
The children’s little faces as they’re told to look away
Shows me what it is they think I am
Some look at me with sympathy, others not so much
But most of them they couldn't give a damn
But I’m not a drunkard I’m just lonely
Sitting in my window every day
I’m not a drunkard I’m just lonely
If only I could spend my days another way
My appearance is dishevelled, unshaven as I am
It’s hard to stay on top when you’re alone
So I sit here in this window trying to catch nobody’s eye
No one ever calls me on the phone
My drink is almost finished but I’ve got nowhere to go
So I’ll order up another and I’ll stay
Conversations all around me but none of them with me
It’s gonna be another wasted day
But I’m not a drunkard I’m just lonely
Sitting in my window every day
I’m not a drunkard I’m just lonely
If only I could spend my days another way
Shoppers with their shopping, joggers jogging by
I see them all but none of them see me
The bar is getting busy the lunchtime crowd are in
So maybe I’ll hang on for number three
This is not the way I thought I’d spend my life
I always ask myself the question why
I can’t see any reason why this should ever change
So I’ll probably be here until I die
But I’m not a drunkard I’m just lonely
Sitting in my window every day
I’m not a drunkard I’m just lonely
If only I could spend my days another way
