I wandered in around midnight
Like I've done so many times
She was sitting at the table
There were no tears in her eyes
It seemed so much unlike her
She took a sip of coffee
And softly said to me
There's the mantle where
We keep our wedding picture
There's the bedroom where
We make both love and war
And there's the ring that keeps
On slipping off your finger
There's no reason we should go on anymore
And there's the door
So I'm back here on this bar stool
Behind the bottles there's a mirror
Where a fool can see himself
If I was the man I should be
I would go back there this minute
And beg for one more chance
There's the jukebox
Where I wasted all those quarters
Oh there's a lady trying to
Get me out on the floor
And there's a chance the one I love
Would still forgive me
It's a step that I just never took before
There's the door