Bars across the world
Full of lonely people
Holding them in
Shouldn't let them out
Not fit to fiddle
Guitar strung out
Beat to death
There might be a window to a street
But they don't see it
What's the point
Alone in here
Alone out there
Failure tastes the same
Piano keys have them locked
The squint-eyed singer is pouring his heart out
He doesn't need it so he fills their cups
Lips dance with the microphone
His voice sears
Lonely ears
The wet curb outside
Might serve a better pillow
Than the soft one at home
That reeks of memories
And is damp with tears
Bars keep them in
Right where they should be
Cheers