Maybe I'm wrong
That you've got some master plan that I just can't see from here
Perhaps I just meant the part where you got up off your ass and did something for yourself

But from here, baby
It looks like you're down, you're down for the count
Oh, and another cigarette won't help
Ya gotta get up, ya gotta get out
You can't let it go like this

Maybe you're right
It's not a matter of design so simply dismantled
Perhaps there's some truth
That these are the accidents of fate
And this is just how it goes, it goes

But, baby, from here
It looks like you're down, you're down for the count
Oh, and another glass of wine just won't help
Ya gotta get up, ya gotta get out
You can't let it go like this

But from here, baby
it looks like you're down, you're down for the count
Oh, and another cigarette won't help
Ya gotta get up, ya gotta get out
You can't let it go like this