she walks into a yellow saloon
"can you tell me how to get to dryland,
so i can lay down and sleep?"

she don't know which way to sober
she doesn't know which way is over

she walks outside for a breath of fresh air
"behold" she gasps,
"there's flowers in the city streets and peoples sidewalks!"

she don't know which way to sober
she doesn't know which way is over
she can't decide where to sit on the sofa
to dream, dream, dream of The Irish Rovers

she lay's her hands on the shoulders
of a girl of five or six and tries to tell her
"listen to your friends, when you find a lover"

she don't know which way to sober
she doesn't know which way is over