Draining nothing in particular
The forty bucks is stretching far
It's all about the journey
Forty -something traveled far,
found nothing in particular
Still finding out who you are,
Nothing good's up here, she thinks
It's just an old slack turning tricks
It's all about the whiskey
Forty -something traveled far,
found nothing in particular
Still finding out who you are
It's all about the whiskey
They demand our attention
they still hold our fascination
At three a .m. they shut the doors,
sweep the bottles off the floor,
Brush up the fading rack and tear
I knew I'd find you in this bar
Draining all the life with blood
The conversation stretching far
They demand our attention
they still hold our fascination
Or is something travelled far,
found nothing in particular
Still finding out who you are
It's all about the journey
It's all about the whiskey
4.6
