Quiet Pour

(hummmmm) I've wiped down this pine for ten long years

Watched 'em wash down their regrets and fears

They pour out their souls with every round

While my own quiet truth remains unfound

They ask me what's my story,

where I've been

I just smile and pour another gin

Oh, I'm the keeper of the broken-hearted Guiding everyone to where they

started

But nobody asks about the silent host

Drinking with his own familiar ghost (yeah)

She sat on stool four and cried till dawn

Talking 'bout a love that's dead and gone

I gave her a napkin,

I lent her my ear

But kept my own sorrow

far from here

Oh, I'm the keeper of the broken-hearted

Guiding everyone to where they started

But nobody asks about the silent host

Drinking with his own familiar ghost

Just a glass and a rag when the neon fades

(mmm) Just another night of trading shades (ahhhh)