Agatha Written by Allen Keller and Scott Bennett Agatha Agatha Agatha Agatha The faucet drips and time runs down the drain Pull up the covers and pronounce myself dead again At six o-clock she staggers up the stairs Where there are shadows there must be light somewhere Agatha Agatha Agatha Agatha To forget her I can only try Kiss the glass and it tastes like lips of rye I can still hear her slam the door Or was it the sound of her head hitting the floor Agatha Agatha Agatha Agatha Now I see She was sent to me A gift to me Oh, Aggie are you still there Reaching out Reaching out for me I'm alright now I'm alright I'm alright now I'm alright I'm alright now I'm alright I'm alright now I'm alright I'm alright now I'm alright

Reach For The Bottle Written by Tommy Shaw Lead Vocals by Tommy Shaw There's a hole in the picture There's a flaw in the cloth There's your favorite sweater Signature of the moth Shaky hand on the throttle Says something's wrong So you reach for the bottle And you live the song There you stand in the kitchen You're fit and your lean You've got the heart of a lion You know you're so damn mean Put your hands in the water You feel the drain But your hands are still dirty They won't ever come clean I've been lying to no one but myself To tell you that there's nothing wrong Nobody knows the trouble that we've seen And how we tried to get along Run to the water Run to the sun Run to whatever 'Till the hurting is done Or we reach for the bottle When we should put it down And we start the whole thing over What goes around comes around

Too Far Gone Written by Tony Brock, John Waite, Wally Stocker Lead Vocals by John Waite Staring down a bottle Feeling kinda mean Itchin' for some trouble Tryin' to keep it clean Wound up so tight Poundin' like a drum Put up a good fight I've been never known to run One shot too many Two for the road I'm ready for action I'm ready too far gone Weavin' down the highway Cross the double yellow line Never saw 'em comin' Never saw a sign Smell of burnin' rubber Screamin' to the right On the straight of center But I got lucky all night One shot too many Two for the road I'm way in the outskirts and I'm ready too far gone One shot too many Two for the road I'm way in the outskirts and I'm ready too far gone