At the Bar

©1996 Andrew Calhoun, recorded on Phoenix Envy

He is at the bar again when I come in
I know him, he's my friend
He belongs to the bar

He is there when I arrive,
He stays when I go home
Sometimes he plays pinball
Mostly sits alone

He's ten years in this city
Hops from bar to bar
He finds that home away from home
Where the homeless people are

When I first knew him,
He was running for soul
Looking for the magic music
And the perfect hole

He's lost that perfect touch that left us crying
I guess the sun went down
When he was flying