Multi-genre singer/songwriter, previously with The Mediocres (Chicago, IL), Swimmer Monkey (Silicon Valley, CA), and currently "Clot 1" of The Garden Clots.
Here I am again
It's nearly half past ten
I wave him down for another round
It's whatever day
I'm runnin' low on pay
And the jukebox is broken down
It's black as night
But there's a flash of light
When someone opens the door
I feel like hell
I sure ain't doing well
My damn feet stick to the floor.
CHORUS:
It's been my fifteen years of fame
As a regular at Whiskey Wayne's
Catch me here and you will know
That I got no better place to go
I don't like what I see
Staring back at me
In the mirror behind the bar
I'm not like the rest
I mean I tried my best
But tryin' ain't got me real far
I got a name
For placing all the blame
For all the years I've spent in here
But there ain't no one to tell
So what the hell...
Just pour me another beer
CHORUS
BRIDGE
I could tell somebody
That if I had some money
I'd catch a bus and blow this town
But it's a safer bet
That if I had that check
I'd cash it and I'd buy more rounds
CHORUS
