It could be anytime,
It could be any seedy bar.
Walk in with the crowd,
And you'll see me there.
A man asks me to play him a memory,
This is the bar of dreams,
The only stranger is me.
I sing to him a song of youth, of love and belief.
There are so many faces, so many names,
So many friends that I've met,
So many dreams, hopes and views,
It's a miracle that the bar doesn't implode.
Take a breath, take a seat.
I'll borrow your words and write you a dream.
I'll stroke the keys, I'll bleed out my soul,
You'll wake up fresh and renewed.
The spotlight will slowly burn me away,
My body will surely burst into a thousand words.
But all of you shall be happy,
As my disembodied soul closes the doors.
Like Prometheus, I'll heal and live again.
For you, I'd write a song and a memory.