one more day won't hurt

one more day won't hurt

fast-forward three years on

now the whites in your eyes aren't looking so bright and all of your friends are gone

glass on the side half-empty

better go buy one more

counting the change in a yellowing hand and dropping it all over the floor

sitting on the same old barstool

sipping on the same old beer

talking to the new bartender

pondering the same idea

sitting on the same old barstool

sipping on the same old beer

talking to the new bartender

i'm telling him

everyone knows me 'round here"