Upon a stool in the darkness of day
I once loved a rather pretty bar maid

Drunken drowning in and out of sorrows
Here today and gone tomorrow
Behind the bar the mirror reflects
A pitiful image of self neglect
Nobody actually knows your name
Yet you keep coming back just the same...

Happy hour comes and dies
As we stumble in our pride
In harmony with our woes
Last call near time to go
One more drink, another smoke
One more lie start to choke...

I soak on home to dry
A pretty friend stops on by
I spark a fire and shine
I pretend that you're still mine
Tomorrow comes and I'm alone
Upon a bar-stool getting ******..