This barstool's worn from years of weight, from ghosts I can't outrun The jukebox plays a melody of battles lost and won I see him in the corner with a younger, harder face A mirror of my former self in this familiar place We're strangers bound by parallel and solitary tracks Both carryin' the aftermath of what we'll never get back. AND WE SIT BENEATH THE SAME COLD SUN TWO BROKEN BARRELS ON A WORN-OUT GUN HE DRINKS TO FORGET WHAT HE CAN'T UNDO I DRINK TO REMEMBER WHAT I ONCE KNEW YEAH, BENEATH THE SAME COLD SUN, OUR SECRETS WE DISGUISE IN THE QUIET SMOKE AND THE WHISKEY LIES TWO MEN WHO'LL NEVER ASK, AND NEVER TELL JUST SHARIN' ONE MORE ROUND IN THIS SILENT HELL. His knuckles tell a story that his mouth will never share Of love that turned to embers in the unforgiving air I know the taste of ashes on a promise left to die The hollow in the morning when you don't ask yourself why We nurse our separate sorrows with the same cheap, burnin' brand Two islands in an ocean of this unforgiving land. AND WE SIT BENEATH THE SAME COLD SUN TWO BROKEN BARRELS ON A WORN-OUT GUN HE DRINKS TO FORGET WHAT HE CAN'T UNDO I DRINK TO REMEMBER WHAT I ONCE KNEW YEAH, BENEATH THE SAME COLD SUN, OUR SECRETS WE DISGUISE IN THE QUIET SMOKE AND THE WHISKEY LIES TWO MEN WHO'LL NEVER ASK, AND NEVER TELL JUST SHARIN' ONE MORE ROUND IN THIS SILENT HELL. Maybe peace ain't in the talkin', maybe healin' ain't in speech Maybe sometimes understandin' sits just out of mortal reach And the only kind of kinship left for men who bear this cost Is knowin' that you're not alone in what you've loved and lost.