In the end will it matter that you've gone ?. In the end will I go on minding that you've gone ?. Will the night always seem so long. Is it really darkest before dawn ?. Will I see whiskey as a Mother In the end ?. In the end will I smash my brains with drinking. Till I fall down on the floor. Will I hiccup and jabber. Saying things I never meant ?. Will I kiss and cry and wake to find. A sordid stranger by my bed ?. Will the world shake its sensible head. And say the words that have to be said:. "She's got a problem.". Every problem has a solution in the end. And solutions must be final. For help gets so unhelpful near the end.. When I take my last ride. Down the big dipper slide. Will I care will it matter. If the world should say:. "She had a problem.". She had a problem.. She had a problem.. In the end will it matter that you've gone ?. In the end will I go on minding that you've gone ?. Will the night always seem so long. Is it really darkest before dawn ?. Will I see whiskey as a Mother.