Whiskey Don't Lie

Buzzing sign in a window pane

Reflecting off the asphalt soaked in rain

Quarter in the jukebox,

needle hits the groove An old steel guitar starts making its move

Sitting on a barstool,

staring at the floor Trying not to look at that front swinging

door

'Cause whiskey don't lie,

but it sure can fool Making me think that I'm playing it

cool It paints over memories,

washes out pain For a couple of hours

till the morning again

Yeah, it promises comfort in a glass full of ice When you're

paying the heavy cost of a cheap advice (yeah,

a heavy cost) Saw your memory dancing in the glare

Order up another like you're sitting right there

Bartender knows without asking my name Same glass of comfort for the

same old flame It's a lonesome rhythm when the country song plays

Trying to drown out your voice from back in the day

'Cause whiskey don't lie,

but it sure can fool Making me think that I'm playing it

cool It paints over memories,

washes out pain

For a couple of hours

till the morning again

Yeah, it promises comfort in a glass full of ice When you're

paying the heavy cost of a cheap advice

It won't bring you back,

and it won't clear the track Just buys me a minute from

looking straight back At the way that I let you slip right

through my hands

Now I'm talking to walls in a one-person band

(talking to walls) 'Cause whiskey don't lie,

but it sure can fool Making me think that I'm playing it

cool It paints over memories,

washes out pain For a couple of hours

till the morning again

Yeah, it promises comfort in a glass full of ice When you're

paying the heavy cost of a cheap advice

Yeah, a glass full of ice...

Just me, the jukebox,

and a golden sunrise.