The heavy eyes - The Times lyrics

Sarah, plain and tall, back against the wall Smoking cigarettes and drinking alcohol Begging me to stay when I should go Now I'm doing what I shouldn't because I can't say no The times, the times, am I losing my mind? Mixing whiskey and wine and the times, the times Getting into trouble, that's all I used to do And nothing's really changed to tell you the truth I heard the quiet whispers of a life that slips away But never ever listened to anything they say The times, the times, am I losing my mind? Was it whiskey or wine? Or the times, the times?