In a smoky bar where the shadows play,
Creaking stool sings the blues today,
An empty bottle's whisper, it's telling my tale,
Of love lost and found, in a slow tune's wail.
The jukebox groans, it knows my name,
Playing those notes, in this heartache game,
With every strum pulls my heartstrings tight,
As ghosts of the past dance into the night.
With every sip, I taste your perfume,
In the haze of the bar, there's a lingering gloom,
Faded memories drip like the ice in my glass,
Moments we shared all gone in a flash.
I close my eyes, hear your laughter ring,
But time is a thief, it steals everything,
The echo of promises hangs in the air,
As I sit here alone, feeling your stare.
So pour me another, let the blues play slow,
In this smoky bar where lost loves go,
I’ll toast to the nights, the dreams that we’d weave,
In a world of our making, where I still believe.
But reality bites, and the curtain must fall,
As the last chord fades out, silence answers the call,
With an empty bottle and a heart full of dreams,
I’ll leave behind shadows, or so it seems.
So here’s to the moments that slip through our hands,
To smoky bars, to faded plans,
But I’ll carry your name through the night’s gentle glow,
In this smoky bar, where true love won’t go.
Blues
Smoky bar, creaking stool, empty bottle, slow tune, faded memory
Blues
Smoky bar, creaking stool, empty bottle, slow tune, faded memory