You can find me in a dim light barroom
If your coldness should ever turn warm
But the chances of you ever changing
Are as slim as your two loving arms
So I'm turning off a memory
As quickly as time will allow
Yes, I'm turning off a memory
And the wine seems to help me somehow
If he's lucky he'll someday forget her
When the wine finally takes full control
But that's not much of a future to look to
But I can't stand to see the pain in his soul
And he's turning off a memory
As quickly as time will allow
Yes, I'm turning off a memory
And the wine seems to help me somehow
Yes, the wine seems to help somehow
Yes, I'm turning off a memory
