You can find me in a dim light bar-room

If your coldness should ever turn warm

But the chances of you ever changing

Are as slim as your two loving arms

So I'm turning off a memory

As quickly as time will allow

Yes I'm turning off a memory

And the wine seems to help me somehow

If he's lucky he'll someday forget her

When the wine finally takes full control

But that's not much of a future to look to

But I can't stand to see the pain in his soul

And he's turning off a memory

As quickly as time will allow

yes I'm turning off a memory

And the wine seems to help me somehow

Yes the wine seems to help somehow

Yes I'm turning off a memory