Walk the Line....my version

Its a song I wrote about a situation people, including myself, have found themselves in, so this is my way of venting and dealing, because you can't fight the cops or authority.

Its already closing time
Not even one more so-co lime

Make your way off the stool
Stumbling across the floor like a fool

You push through the door
Just before puking on the floor

But your okay
Just don't turn down a one-way

The car starts and you're ready
Your head is foggy, but hands seems steady

(chorus) You've been drinking all night
and still feeling alright
You should walk, but it's time to drive
With the roar of the engine, you feel alive
White knuckled grip upon the wheel
Just one last time Bob, its our little deal

Flying through the red light
Everything is out of sight

Guided by the darkness of night
The neighbors awaken with fright

Your destination is unclear
But it's surely for another beer

You pass Captain Mary's
Out of nowhere, a set of cherries

(Chorus)

He says your eyes are red
You say you just got out of bed

He doesn't believe your fiction
And asks for you registration

Now you have to get out and perform
Remember, act sober with perfect form

Stand on one leg and follow the flashlight
Its over, your wobbling left and right

Just your luck, one more chance
Now prove sobriety to Officer Nance

And he asks you to walk the line

(Chorus)

The rest of the night was a blur
You awake the next morning still unsure

You are finally released, but your head still throbs
Later, that call to mom is full of her sobs

In trouble again, you contemplate your liquid friendship
but rejection is not an option, once it hits the lips