When It Rains, She Pours
There's a pat on my back I can feel
This stranger is a friend of mine
Outside, the city breathes us out the same
There is laborers blood I can feel
Rushing serenity through these veins of mine
Outside, the sun settles in the sky
So I pull up a barstool for a forty year ride and sink deep in it
There's a car in the lot, there's no driver inside
But I can sleep in it
Ernest, William, and Charles all sit with me and we grin
Pour us a cocktail, Corin
They all laugh at my jokes, I'm fulfilled
And for a moment it gets hard to hide my pride
It's been missing for a while
If I can do anything, I can sing
Just like someone that's been wondering
Why art and drink
Keep oblivion at bay
So I pull up a barstool for a forty year ride and sink deep in it
There's a car in the lot, there's no driver inside
But I can sleep in it
Ernest, William, and Charles all sit with me and we grin
Pour us a cocktail, Corin
In here, I'll never be alone again
In here, I'll never face the end
In here, I'm proud of this man I am
In here, I'm happy to pretend
So I pull up a barstool for a forty year ride and sink deep in it
There's a car in the lot, there's no driver inside
But I can sleep in it
Ernest, William, and Charles all sit with me and we grin
Yeah
Pour us a cocktail
Ah, pour us a cocktail
Pour us a cocktail, Corin
This stranger is a friend of mine
Outside, the city breathes us out the same
There is laborers blood I can feel
Rushing serenity through these veins of mine
Outside, the sun settles in the sky
So I pull up a barstool for a forty year ride and sink deep in it
There's a car in the lot, there's no driver inside
But I can sleep in it
Ernest, William, and Charles all sit with me and we grin
Pour us a cocktail, Corin
They all laugh at my jokes, I'm fulfilled
And for a moment it gets hard to hide my pride
It's been missing for a while
If I can do anything, I can sing
Just like someone that's been wondering
Why art and drink
Keep oblivion at bay
So I pull up a barstool for a forty year ride and sink deep in it
There's a car in the lot, there's no driver inside
But I can sleep in it
Ernest, William, and Charles all sit with me and we grin
Pour us a cocktail, Corin
In here, I'll never be alone again
In here, I'll never face the end
In here, I'm proud of this man I am
In here, I'm happy to pretend
So I pull up a barstool for a forty year ride and sink deep in it
There's a car in the lot, there's no driver inside
But I can sleep in it
Ernest, William, and Charles all sit with me and we grin
Yeah
Pour us a cocktail
Ah, pour us a cocktail
Pour us a cocktail, Corin
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Writer(s): Eric Epps
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