Out of Control White Hassle

What goes wrong with the mind of a man in a bar
Who sits and keeps drinking, his thoughts straying so far?
It's the same old sad story that has often been told
One drink, then another till he's out of control

He sits there at the table with his hands on a glass
For him there's no future, there's only the past
He reaches for a bottle, but his hand can't seem to hold
His eyes just can't focus, he's out of control

Does he search for contentment that he might hope to find
From a honkytonk woman or a bottle of wine?
He shakes and he trembles evеn though he's not old
Like a leaf in a whirlwind, hе's out of control

Well, I'm just like that fellow who sits there all alone
With no one to love me, no family or home
I'm a picture of others whose future is so cold
Life ain't worth living when it's out of control