She's Got A Problem

In the end will it matter that you've gone? In the end will I go on minding that you've gone? Will the night always seem so long? Is it really darkest before dawn? Will I see the whiskey as a Mother in the end? In the end will I smash my brains with drinking? Till I fall down on the floor Will I hiccup and jabber Saying things I never meant? Will I kiss and cry and wake to find A sordid stranger by my bed? Will the world shake its sensible head And say the words that have to be said? She's got a problem Every problem has a solution in the end And solutions must be final For help gets so unhelpful near the end When I take my last ride Down the big dipper slide Will I care, will it matter If the world should say? She had a problem She had a problem She had a problem In the end will it matter that you've gone? In the end will I go on minding that you've gone? Will the night always seem so long? Is it really darkest before dawn? Will I see whiskey as a Mother in the end?