Another sad song at end times cabaret,
Listen in,
the singer is all blue words,
the band down beat
but not a missed note my friends,
not a one.
The bartender is all cheap drinks,
for your sad words,
and last call is hours away.
Have a seat,
it is all on me,
light a smoke in the dim atmosphere,
it's not sorrow,
it just seems like that in here,
listen to the song.
Sure things don't add up,
sure things go away,
they hurt - they heal,
grab some of the air,
let it go,
we are all wounded
but not for long,
patrons come and go,
much like you.
The owners stay
and stay.
