Bar Room
Damn you look so pretty tonight
Your dancin' in the city lights
How'd a dime like you end up here, in a dive with me
Take you down and watch you float around
As you're outta my mind by the crack of dawn
Ya levitate and radiate in every single way
And it's been...
The bar room stools
Stairwell blues
But I think yeah
Yeah I think ya got it all figured out
So burn the hours from a kerosene lamp
As the hands spin round on the dials edge
I can't see a drunk like me, leaving with a lady like you
Sad eyes will well right in
As black tears will make ya think again
Don't you dare follow me down the rabbit hole
And it will be...
The Bar room fights
Stairwell nights
And I think yeah, Yeah I think ya gotta go at this alone
There ain't much left in the tank
There ain't much left for you to take from me
There ain't much left here
Ya gotta take it well ya can, you gotta let it ride
Ooooh, oooh, oooh
Writer/s: Soupybeard
