The Living - Natalie Merchant

What’s it like there outside

With the living?

From this broken down place

Where i hide

From the living

Cause i don’t care to stay

With the living

Oh, the bottle has been to me

My closest friend and

My worst enemy

Afraid that i’ve walked a fine line

Squandered it all

And wasted my time

And i don’t stand a chance

Among the living

All the lovers i’ve gambled and lost

Count my mistakes

Whatever the cost

I’ll go off, i’ll make myself scarce

Come tomorrow

You won’t find me here

No, i don’t think i’ll remain