“Why Do I Want To Go To A Bar”

When sitting at a bar Miller Time
Not drinking
But thinking on a high
I realized what was common
Among these people with red eyes
Rising higher then the sky
It crossed my mind
Sitting on the inside of the bar
Where we try to hide
Who we really are
And display the affects
That liquor has on the inside
Leaving the body scarred
Higher and higher
We try to fly
Until we go to far
And come crashing to the ground
As I stared at them
It felt strange
I was the only one around
That wasn’t knocking them down
So I sat back to observe
And completely zoned out on the crowd
It almost brought me to tears
The way we act so wild when we’re here
Sometimes I wonder
If under their big talk and laughter
Lay regrets, turmoil
And the denial of fear
I’ve seen courage given to a coward
In one glass of beer
I have seen tenders and maids
Serve the shamed pride
And over in the corner
A family was mourning
Came the sounds of many sighs
At the time
I didn’t know why
I couldn’t dare bring myself to ask
Who?
Or why?
I didn’t think it would be fair
But there sat a photo on which everyone stared
Someone died
Oh my 7od
It was my friend
Pierre
On the other side of the bar
A woman drank herself to cry
Then out of nowhere
She started to swear
And outside
Brothers were fighting over nothing
And no one seemed to care
People would hurry
At eleven thirty
Just to get there
To compound worries and burdens
And weigh down the crosses they bare
Filled was every chair
And on every faces a different glare
That spoke the words
Their mouths didn’t share
STRESSED OUT
Isn’t that the reason why people go there?
NO DOUBT