At the Bar
©1996 Andrew Calhoun, recorded on Phoenix Envy
He is at the bar again when I come in;
I know him,
He's my friend.
He belongs to the bar.
He is there when I arrive,
He stays when I go home.
Sometimes he plays pinball,
Mostly sits alone.
He's ten years in this city,
Hops from bar to bar;
He finds that home away from home
Where the homeless people are.
When I first knew him,
He was running for soul,
Looking for the magic music
And the perfect hole.
He's lost that touch
That left us crying;
I guess the sun went down
When he was flying.
He is at the bar again when I come in;
I know him,
He's my friend.
He belongs to the bar.