Lyrics by Steven R. Drennon, ©️ 1990 - 2024 https://youtu.be/MyqOOgizzj0 Please check out my YouTube channel if you get a chance: https://www.youtube.com/@firstep3 Those memories of you and me Are sometimes just too much, As I lay here alone at night, Just longing for your touch. And sometimes I’ll reach out for you And find that you’re not there. Then I’ll reach for the bottle, And soon I just won’t care. When I reach for the bottle, I wish that it was you. ‘Cause it can’t hold me in the night The way you used to do. But it helps ease those memories Which sometimes make me blue. So I reach for the bottle, ‘Cause I can’t reach for you. Another night has come and gone. As morning comes, I rise And stumble from the bedroom With teardrops in my eyes. Then I sit by the telephone Which doesn’t ever ring, And I reach for the bottle To block out everything. When I reach for the bottle, I wish that it was you. ‘Cause it can’t hold me in the night The way you used to do. But it helps ease those memories Which sometimes make me blue. So I reach for the bottle, ‘Cause I can’t reach for you.
