United States
41° 32' 20.0652" N, 81° 36' 32.3532" W

Smokey windows, shattered glass
Broken souls looking for healing
Coughing, woots and hollers

A passing waitress, traveling hands and cat calls
Dusty tables and creaky floors

One spot light

It calls you and you come back
Looking for salvation away from home
Is she an angel?

A seductive songstress
Red lipstick and an old school mic
Parted lips looking for water
Wanting air wanting to breathe

And the mic stand caressed in soft hands
Held like a lover

Another drink another fight
The show must go on

Lyrics you don’t hear
Down a dark alley tears are allowed to fall
You can close your eyes and
Listen but don’t understand

Let her sing
Let the piano play
Let the waitress deliver

Smokey windows for lost souls
They hear words but understand feelings

Let’s fall into oblivion


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