The Barroom

She dances all alone with a certain grace and charm
A wine bottle clasped in her arms
Once upon a time we would have chased her to the moon
Swept away like a saddleback broom

Now we can’t even feign to pretend
Cause we all know how that story ends

In the barroom we all fall apart
Perfect lies that we tell in the dark
Here's to friends lost and found
Order up another round
In the barroom we all fall apart

He’s holding court again, faded glory in his eyes
His bloodshot blues seem so wise
The grandeur of the moment, the crashing of the waves
And all the promises lost in the haze

With a thirst that is never undone
We take a sip and wait for rapture to come

In the barroom we all fall apart
Perfect lies that we tell in the dark
Here's to friends lost and found
Order up another round
In the barroom we all fall apart

Haunted by the ghosts of all our yesterdays
With sacrament we keep them at bay
We eulogize the spirits of all who came before
Leave our fear and loathing at the door

In the barroom we all fall apart
Perfect lies that we tell in the dark
Here's to friends lost and found
Order up another round
In the barroom we all fall apart