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 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?