The Barroom - Stewart Eastham

Written by：Stewart Eastham/Long Bar Music

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

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