Original lyrics

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You had a little drink Your friends have all gone Leaving you to find your weaving way home What more can I do? There's a chance that I may Have to stand back and watch you find Your own weaving way It's not the way you talk That's making me grieve It's not the way you walk It's the way that you weave It's eating you inside Then tossed out like a bone Leaving you to find your weaving way home The sun on the horizon Was turning dawn to day By the time you finally found your own weaving way Oh, I love the way you laugh When I ask you to leave I swear that I don't love you for the way that you weave Forgive me, my friend Did I forget to mention? The path that you have chosen Is paved with your intentions Touch a finger to your nose I wish you well Walk a straight line on the road to hell