Sports Bar

It's Monday night at the sports bar Wouldn't call it a crowd, but there's people here Pull up a table at the sports bar And the outside world just disappears, dollar beers And there's a dozen TV sets to every man A waitress with a salon tan Talks about the weather With the weathered regular She calls him doll And I can see you The way you looked at me then Like I was something less than human I was tempted To raise my voice in defense I guess I was too scared to do it And you knew it It's raining outside the sports bar But in here it dry and safe and warm And you can hear the cars rolling by In between the raspy, mild roars, someone scores And there at least one broken heart to every man A stationary ceiling fan That used to spin its blades Until that visit from the air conditioning man And I can see you The way you looked at me then Like I was something less than human I was tempted To raise my voice in defense I guess I was too scared to do it And you knew it I can see you The way you looked at me then Like I was something less than human I was tempted To raise my voice in defense I guess I was too scared to do it And you knew it Yeah, you knew it