My night was heading nowhere,
and the air was cold and damp.
So I slipped into the local bar,
to find a place to camp.
War declared inside my home,
so tonight I'll stay away.
Sitting here drinking whiskey,
thinking how I ruined the day.
Thought the place was empty,
then much to my surprise.
Saw her on the corner stool,
there was sadness in her eyes.
Her hair was styled like money,
and her clothes were very nice.
I felt a wilting spirit,
like the melting cubes of ice.
In her glass half full of empty,
and the other half demise,
would a single shot of hello,
heal a thousand sad goodbyes.
How had she been broken?
Should I dare to speak at all.
These are things I ponder,
as she stares into the wall.
She glances toward the barkeep,
as he sounds the final call.
I thought of buying her a drink,
then I felt my courage stall.
I had watched her there for hours,
Never got a goddamn clue,
to the woman that she really was,
or the things that she'd been through.
Maybe she was just like me,
drinking down the days mistakes.
Some things we're not meant to know,
and I guess that's just the breaks.
She stood and headed for the door,
so I offered my best smile.
She softly whispered thank you,
I haven't seen one in a while.
She headed out into the night,
while I followed through the door.
As I face the day tomorrow,
I'm going to smile a little more.