Visiting Hours - Old 97's

There’s a half a million drunks out

And there’s hundred thousand thugs

And I’m selling booze to kids now

Wearing my kid sister’s gloves

I don’t know what I’m doing any more

I don’t know what I started out for

At first it looked so easy

It was a cake walk in the park

When I started it was daylight

And how quickly it got dark

I don’t know what I’m drinking anymore

I don’t know what I started drinking for

Happy hour is almost over

Hope I can walk on my own power

Find your house, break your window, crash your bedroom

These are the visiting hours

Happy hour is almost over

I hope I can walk on my own power

I’ll find your house, I’ll break your window, crash your bedroom

These are the visiting hours

The wind across the window

The white noise in the wall

The short leg on the table

The dead trees in the fall

I don’t know where I’m living anymore

I don’t know what I came here for

Happy hour is almost over

I hope I can walk on my own power

Find your house, break your window and I’ll crash your bedroom

These are the visiting hours

These are the visiting hours

These are the visiting hours