Lyrics

Sail up the sidewalk  past the click clack of of nickel stacks and sailor tattoos
Coffee shops rented cops
lights that never ever stop
and faded barstools

Pawn shop cash swap
this is how we measure loss
the last chance blues

One you were the King of Cool
now there’s trouble
right down in your shoes

At the Restoration Bar we all know
who we are and where this road goes
sorry I forgot your name
after all we’re all the same

Naugahyde cemetery
bustin’ out of January
aces and jacks

Red and black stack
you lost it in a poker shack
but do you really want it back?

A famous rodeo clown
died on this spot
it was the last joke he ever cracked

Bartender tricks
glass bricks and shitty tips
in The Biggest Little City

At the Restoration Bar we all know
who we are and where this road goes
raise your glass, forget the past
tomorrow we will all be back

Someone’s waiting on the wire
here we are
here we are
echoes whisper down the wire
here we are

At the Restoration Bar we all know
who we are and where this road goes
sorry I forgot your name
after all we’re all the same