With eyes open wide for a new horizon afar
I rest, calm and patient, in a wooden, smoky bar
Swinging doors, sweeping light
Its only a matter of time before my final goodnight
Rocks provide the cushion for the sweet amber liquor
There aint no use in caring, life won't get any quicker
I stare to a head, not much different to the others
I've had my head down for so long it's like I've lost all my brothers
A single glance, from a petite little broad
Rejuvenates my brain cells, she was not in one way flawed
A scent of fresh cut grass, on a hazy summer noon
I could see my future brightening along with the saloon.
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