Tavern Troubadour

Do you come here often?
Asks the man at the bar
He knows with just a glance
He won't get very far, so he
Orders another scotch and then another
Then he tries again
His eyes half closed, and I know
He won't remember it

A thirty-something, well-dressed woman
Orders a shot of gin
She says the week was hell, it's time
To let the fun begin
Shots lead to laughter lead to tears
And then it's time to go
Mascara smeared, she can't walk
We all watch thes how

Ooo, ooo, ooo, oooo

I raise my glass to you
To your health, to good luck
I know the feeling, I've been there too
So here's to fucking up

Over in the corner, a couple's
Voices grow angrily
Beer and wine feed the fire
Of misplaced jealousy
The downhill spirals down til
They're both crying in a hug
Now its closing time
And everyone is back in love

Ooo, ooo, ooo, oooo

I raise my glass to you
To your health, to good luck
I know the feeling, I've been there too
So here's to fucking up

Maybe you're just no good at
Knowing when to say when
Maybe the alcohol
Helps you function
Maybe your last one took you
Past the point of social drinking
Either way I hope
Tomorrow is forgiving

I raise my glass to you
To your health, to good luck
I know the feeling, I've been there too
So here's to fucking up
I know the feeling
I'm in here too