The lights inside this dive,

Don’t make anyone look good.

So I could play that part, as well as the next guy could.

I didn’t run through any lines, after “hello”.

And clever’s never been a card I had to throw.

 

So be my Audrey, I’ll be your James Dean

For one night only this bar’s our silver screen.

The stale draft we’re drinking, Isn’t quite champagne

But in this town after midnight it’s about the closest thing

And it’s hard to see the sparks, through the smoke that fills the air.

Or to know how far you’ve fallen until you get up from your chair.

So be my Audrey, and I’ll be your James Dean

For one night only, this bar’s our silver screen.

Br: No sunset, beachside, city lights, or Hollywood signs.

Just two lonely fools trying to hide from closing time.

But you’re still my Audrey and I’m still your James Dean

For one night only this bar is our silver screen

For one night only this bar is our silver screen