I can't get rid of doubt Why the drinks make us talk so loud Coffee in a wedding gown Why I feel better with five of me around My soul lives in my throat Wine and riddles make me start to choke I'll make a note How to act in my Sunday clothes In a room Full of air Waiting for Nothing there Decline Mutineer Put your hat back on, cowboy Turn the faucet Drink it in Blurry vision as I start to spin But in the mirror there's a little grin As if right now the world was listening I'm a bad loser And a worse winner But I keep on cruising And getting limber In a room Full of air Waiting for Nothing there Decline Mutineer Put your hat back on, cowboy