The Evening`s Young

The evening`s young The night began Between the bottles in a mirror I`m smiling at myself Look in my eyes and start to count The bottles on the shelf 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 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 this place I know I could at any time Get up the chair and leave this 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