this dusty old bar

in a smokey bar, drink after drink
it's gave him a lot of time to think
"play a sad song old man
then maybe i will understand
how this world has gone to hell
maybe someday, time will tell
how i ever wound up here
it's already been a year
since she left me, took all that i had
tell me man, how does love go bad?"
the bartender speaks and it's barely a whisper
"it's not my place to say this but i'll tell you mister
the lady you love didn't go by choice
it was you and the drink that took her voice
going too fast down a dark highway
not listening to anything she had to say
you never even seen the other car
too much time in this old dusty bar"
and the man sits, head in his hands
trying to make sense, trying to understand
he can't remember, it's all a blur
just bits and pieces, memories of her
no sleep since, up all night crying
too much blood, as she lay there dying
but this can't be
it's a false memory
silence is the loudest sound
so he orders another round
and the bartender shakes his head sadly