Sarah, plain and tall, back against the wall
Smoking cigarettes and drinking alcohol
Begging me to stay when I should go
Now I'm doing what I shouldn't because I can't say no
The times, the times, am I losing my mind?
Mixing whiskey and wine and the times, the times
Getting into trouble, that's all I used to do
And nothing's really changed to tell you the truth
I heard the quiet whispers of a life that slips away
But never ever listened to anything they say
The times, the times, am I losing my mind?
Was it whiskey or wine? Or the times, the times?