[Verse] Nursin' my bourbon, the clock’s near ten, The jukebox hums like an old-time friend, Through the clink of glasses, I still hear your tune, In a world once golden, now dimly marooned. [Chorus] And the bartender’s callin’, “One more round,” But I’m lost in the whispers where love was found, The stools are empty, but my heart holds its place, In the flicker of memories, I see your face. [Refrain] Oh, sing me a story, a song of the past, Where the nights were forever, and the moments would last, Oh, play it again, ‘til the dawn’s gentle light, As I drift through the echoes of a bittersweet night. [Chorus] And the bartender’s callin’, “One more round,” But I’m lost in the whispers where love was found, The stools are empty, but my heart holds its place, In the flicker of memories, I see your face. [Outro] So here’s to the dreamers, the late-night crowd, To the songs that remind us, they play soft, not loud, And as the barroom dims, I’ll lift my glass high, To the ghosts in the music, and the moon in the sky.
