Bottoms on barstools


I see you drinking at the bar

You won't look my way

So I'll just admire from a far

As you snuff your cigarette out into an old astray

Someone's always there to talk to you

Sitting in my place

You just smile

Let them talk for a while

Before they take the hint

But it was time well spent

It just wasn't meant to be their night

We all revolve around you

Call us satellites

All the amateur astronomers try to catch your trail

A few of them are married out trying to get some tail

Others might as well be Ahab looking for the whale

But you're wise enough to see

That's why all your drinks are on me

I just pay for them anonymously

Because I can't speak

When I see you three seats away