Room Without A View

He said his name was Charlie
His father's only son
I'd known him since the very day
That he turned 21

He climbed up on that barstool
As if to make a point
And said just keep 'em coming
Till it's time to close this joint

Third stool from the left is where
He camped out every night
Stack of quarters for the jukebox
And a pack of Camel Lights

When young men chase the golden glow
That comes with that first hit
You let 'em go cause then you know
He's never gonna quit

He said it's hard to be a cowboy
In a city without stars
There's no room to rope and wrangle
In these windy city bars

When you wind up in the drunk tank
Like I so often do
It's hard to see the future
From a room without a view

Poor me pour me another

It was death by misadventure
In the dark before the dawn
Nobody ever figured out
Exactly what went wrong

When you're feeling round for answers
It's hard to get a grip
Somebody said they'd found him
With a six-month sober chip

I remember he once told me
He was blue blood to the core
I said I didn't doubt it
As he staggered out the door

If you've ever seen a young man
Growing old before your eyes
It'll make you want to quit this job
Before the next one dies

He said it's hard to be a has been
When you've never been at all
There's no great expectations
In the land of no last call

Face down on a flop house floor
Won't make much sense to you
But you don't have to face the future
From a room without a view

Poor me pour me another