Thoughts on a barstool at a quarter to ten
I call to the bartender same again.
I'm sitting here pretty alone with my drink
And sipping away as I wonder and think.
The atmosphere's quiet of that there's no doubt
I gaze around there's no-one about,
Of all the thoughts I have in my head
Maybe there's something I shouldn't have said.
Thoughts on a barstool how can I forget
Maybe it's better that we never met.
I call the bartender one for the road
For now I reap the seeds that's been sowed.
My glass is empty I need one more drink
Just one more to help me to think.
Or then again it may go to my head
And end up sleeping in some other bed.
Thoughts on a barstool it's sure getting late
I'm beginning to wonder what's my fate.
The lights go out she closes the bar
A boy like me will surely go far.
All alone with a drink in my hand
These thoughts in my head I can't understand.
Thoughts on a barstool at the end of the day
I'm out of my mind I've no more to say.