He sits all alone in his easy chair   Staring back at his lost yesterdays   Long before he encountered the bottle   And the demons that drove her away      In his hand he is holding her photograph   Her image all tear-stained and worn   Tonight he's embracing reality   And he curses the day he was born      And the darkness still echoes her warning   You can't have two loves in your life   Now the things that will haunt him until the day that he dies   Is the smell of cheap whiskey and the sound of goodbye      Since the hour that she left he's been sober   And each breath that he draws makes him think   About the light of his life gone forever   When he traded her love for a drink      And the darkness still echoes her warning   You can't have two loves in your life   Now the things that will haunt him until the day that he dies   Is the smell of cheap whiskey and the sound of goodbye   The smell of cheap whiskey and the sound of goodbye