Intro (Acoustic guitar) Verse 1 Couple beers in me, I’m suddenly a damn philosopher, If she breaks my heart, I’ll spend all night defendin’ her. Every bad idea starts with, “Boys, y’all want take that bet?” Every good one starts with, “Yeah… we better not do that, yet.” By closin’ time, I’m a fool with advice, Broke on common sense, but I still sound nice. Yeah, everybody laughs when I start that speech. ’Cause every stool in this old bar heard it last week. Chorus I’m the guy on the same old barstool every single night, Buyin’ strangers beers like everything’s alright. Got a joke for the pretty girls, a story for all the guys, And a broken heart, I hide with a perfect disguise. When the lights come on and they holler, “Time to go,” Everybody waves ‘cause they already know. Tomorrow I’ll be back, under all these shiny lights Tryin’ to drink my yesterday, cause it’s my god given right! Verse 2 Funny thing about drunk talk… sometimes it’s all bullshit, Sometimes it’s the only place the truth will finally fit. I promise everybody, “Yeah boys… next weekend’s on me,” Like life ain’t been collectin’ debts with compound misery. Then I stumble toward the door with one last grin, Knowin’ tomorrow it’ll all start over again. Bridge I two-step sideways, through my front door, Boots hit the floor, then I miss it by four. I flop on the couch, wrap my dog up real tight, I hug his neck and whisper, “Buddy… am I alright?” He answers with a wag instead of judgin’ me. Sometimes a dog’s the only one, who can really see. Final Chorus I’m the guy on the same old barstool every single night, Laughin’ loud enough to hide what don’t feel right. Moon outside the window, stars all look the same, Still callin’ out the answers that never say my name. I hug that old dog while the whole world sleeps, Countin’ all the promises that I couldn’t keep. Then I smile at tomorrow before I close my eyes… Knowin’ every single sunrise will give me many more tries. Outro The moon don’t answer, it just hangs there bright. My dog keeps listenin’ through the silence of the night. And somewhere that old neon starts hummin’ that tune again… Waitin’ on that philosopher to walk his ass back in.
