I'm fine if you come into town tonight,
and spend the night with the fine folks downstairs.
I'm fine if I see you tomorrow night,
cause, you see dear, I gave up the drink.
And It's easier to fight off the lonely when
I'm straight.
I remember the good times,
almost as much as the brat.
You are fine, no?
You got what you wanted?
I'm still out here struggling with myself
and my own insepid ways,
and I'm out here tryin.
But I do hope that you are fine.
Fine, just fine.
