Will the Last one be free

You can’t blame me if sometimes - I wonder why you cause me such hurt and misery Your swinging doors are always locked by midnight When you toss me out and throw away the key There is a song on the juke box drives me crazy And the whiskey hides the sorrows I suppose Each night the past comes back in time to haunt me for a broken hearts that’s the way it goes Will the last one be free if I’m leaving Drinking memories from a bottle is killing me The glamor of your nightlife, so imposing When I go, will the last one be free I look in the mirror and I - wonder Are these lines on my face so plain to see Each line runs a highway to destruction And the end of the road is calling me I set here alone at my table And wonder how her love could grow so cold That neon light flashing in the window Reminds me of a love that whiskey stole