my bar

Sitting at the bar with a young songwriter
Splitting shots of whiskey
Chasing cheap stories with cheap beer
Then she asked me what I was doing here

I laughed and said I like to keep my friends close
And my enemies closer
Then I downed another shot for effect
And raised my glass and said

Here’s to my next train wreck
Rolling down the line again
Love and trouble sound the same
When you hear that whistle in the wind
If you’re lucky you can hear it coming
Like a train somewhere in the dark
Here’s to the trouble up ahead
And the stories at the bar

She said I know what you mean
Love and trouble are too much the same
If you’re lucky sometimes you can hear ’em coming
Like a distant train

We told each other tall tales
Shared a laugh and a few old tears
On the next round I asked her
Where do you go from here

Here’s to my next train wreck
Rolling down the line again
Love and trouble sound the same
When you hear that whistle in the wind
If you’re lucky you can hear it coming
Like a train somewhere in the dark
Here’s to the trouble up ahead
And the stories at the bar

She said another town, another road
Somewhere never quite as pretty as this
That’s my life, but that’s tomorrow
Tonight’s too good to miss

Then she downed another shot for effect
Raised her glass and said
Here’s to whatever happens next
And the roads we haven’t met

Here’s to the next train wreck
Rolling down the line again
Love and trouble sound the same
When you hear that whistle in the wind
If you’re lucky you can hear it coming
Like a train somewhere in the dark
Here’s to the nights like this
And the stories at the bar