Headin' down to the river, feelin' all undone Might be for the best if I just stare intothe sun so I can't see What a fool you made of meI'm sittin' home alone, blue as I can be Music turned up loud as hell, a curse forjust as well that I can't hear The people talkin' bout us, dearBy the looks I get, it seems I am the last to know Apologetic eyes follow me, but thereI go I swear I'm twenty-twenty, but I never sawthe signs Now I sit alone and try to ease my troubledmindHeadin' down to the barroom, gonna get myself a drinkI got money in my pocket, and I ain't gonna think of you at allNo, I won't think of you at all By the looks I get, it seems I am the lastto know Apologetic eyes follow me, but thereI go I swear I'm twenty-twenty, but I never sawthe signs Now I sit alone and try to ease my troubledmindBy the looks I get, it seems I am the last to knowApologetic eyes follow me, but there I go I swear I'm twenty-twenty, but I never sawthe signs Now I sit alone and try to ease my troubledmind