Backroom Jam

Neon-tinted jukebox playing low

Dusty floorboards matching with the slow

Tick-tock of a clock on the wall

Waiting on a sudden phone call (mmmmm)

And we're sitting in some ol' bar in the nineties

Where the clock moves slow and the world doesn't care

Just a pocket of silver

and memories left behind us

Drinking away

all of our troubles right there

Cigarette smoke dancing in the air

Another long-gone regular sitting in his chair

Talking 'bout the glory days gone by

With a distant twinkle in his eye

And we're sitting in some ol' bar in the nineties

Where the clock moves slow and the world doesn't care

Just a pocket of silver

and memories left behind us

Drinking away

all of our troubles right there

Some ol' bar... (yeah)

Just some ol' bar...