The Evening's Young

The evening's young The night began Mm-hm, mm-hm Between the bottles in a mirror I'm smiling at myself Look in my eyes and start to count The bottles on the shelf Mm-hm, mm-hm 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 You 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 the place I know I could at any time Get up the chair and leave the 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