smile - it could be worse!

[Level - Public]

You too could be sat alone with a drug problem.

Alabama 3 - You Don't Dance to Techno Anymore

It was the last train to Mashville, girl, you got onboard
Packed up your medicines, left without a word
Strung-out in suburbia, waiting for that call
You chill out by yourself behind closed doors.

You lost the plot again, where you are now ain't clear
It's a misty morning memory, the road that took you here
Special K keeps the chills away in your broken basement room
Staring at the walls, sharing your score with no one.

And you don't dance to techno anymore
I don’t see you under the strobe light on the dancefloor
It’s been a while since I saw your ultraviolet smile
You don’t dance to techno anymore

( [Being a loverman and a DJ, lots of girls....] )