For the Beer
You pulled the plug out on the high life. You shrugged off all the low life
Now you just say you wanna take life as it comes
You were out of your depth, wide eyed. Always in the middle of a skydive
Out on the edge, out of time, on the run
For some it's a tabletop. A front row spot for the dancers
For some it's a halfway stop. To figure what's what, get some answers
But don't complain to me about the scars of all your years
It's so plain to see you're in this bar for the beer.
There was a chance to settle down, so you took it. To get out of town, go to ground
To climb down from the clouds and look it in the eye
Stability, what you must do. Some friends who say yeah, they trust you
Drew new lines in the sand. Have you lost your wish to fly?
So don't complain to me because it was all your idea
It's so plain to see you're in this bar for the beer.
You know that running no race goes in some ways to drive you crazy
No chase, slow pace, slow days of no surprise
Nothing brewing just aches and pains. Nothing doing, no loss no gains
It shakes, it breaks, and it makes you roll your eyes
For some it's a tabletop. A front row spot for the dancers
For some it's a halfway stop. To figure what's what, get some answers
But it seems so plain to see we're in a jar but we're in the clear
No flames, no shame, just me in this bar, in this bar for the beer
For the beer
Now you just say you wanna take life as it comes
You were out of your depth, wide eyed. Always in the middle of a skydive
Out on the edge, out of time, on the run
For some it's a tabletop. A front row spot for the dancers
For some it's a halfway stop. To figure what's what, get some answers
But don't complain to me about the scars of all your years
It's so plain to see you're in this bar for the beer.
There was a chance to settle down, so you took it. To get out of town, go to ground
To climb down from the clouds and look it in the eye
Stability, what you must do. Some friends who say yeah, they trust you
Drew new lines in the sand. Have you lost your wish to fly?
So don't complain to me because it was all your idea
It's so plain to see you're in this bar for the beer.
You know that running no race goes in some ways to drive you crazy
No chase, slow pace, slow days of no surprise
Nothing brewing just aches and pains. Nothing doing, no loss no gains
It shakes, it breaks, and it makes you roll your eyes
For some it's a tabletop. A front row spot for the dancers
For some it's a halfway stop. To figure what's what, get some answers
But it seems so plain to see we're in a jar but we're in the clear
No flames, no shame, just me in this bar, in this bar for the beer
For the beer
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Writer(s): Bill Beare
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