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 ?

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 ?