Lyrics

Hiding in the barroom where I keep my wounded pride,
Talking to a stranger, digging down I’m open wide,
All my hopes are shattered, broken glasses on the floor,
Another lost soul sitting here, needing something more.


Broken dreams and barstools that’s the story of my life,
I pony up for another round as the truth cuts like a knife,
Whisky's still my best friend, with the pain I can't deny,
Walking here and wounded as the bottle’s running dry.


Jukebox telling stories with a soundtrack of despair,
Drowning out my sorrows, in a sea of smoky air,
Look around but I can’t see a face I know tonight,
I’m searching for salvation underneath the neon light.


Broken dreams and barstools that’s the story of my life,
I pony up for another round as the truth cuts like a knife,
Whisky's still my best friend, with the pain I can't deny,
Walking here and wounded as the bottle’s running dry.