Is It Lonely in Here

Is it me

Or do bar lights dim like dying stars

Is it me

Or do teardrops fall like steel guitars

Is it me

Or does a heart crack up like a tavern mirror

Is it me

Or is it lonely in here

Is it me

Or do melodies swing just like a noose

Is it me

Or do the bartenders always pour the blues

Is it me

Or does a heart get rung up by an old cashier

Is it me

Or is it lonely in here

I see the dancers

But I can’t comprehend

If I can’t have her

I swear their love all must be pretend

Is it me

Or do tired hands tremble like a train

Is it me

Or does that whiskey glass spin just like a drain

Is it me

Or is a heart just a matchbook souvenir

Is it me

Or is it lonely in here

Is it me

Or is it lonely in here