A lonely man staggers from a pub
He finds himself at the feet of an angle
A church statue
He knows it's wrong, it's crazy
Be he allows himself to fall in love
As a gardian she keeps him from committing the ultimate sin
And so he tells her all
All, while the smells of a new morning abound (tart)
As the sun comes up on a better day
He comes to in a cemetery
He dusts off the dirt as best he can and starts his walk home
Lonelier, and with regret

Bad Whisky. It's happen to the best of us.