Arnold Hill - Barroom Troubadour Lyrics

Closing time echos through an empty room
Seconds feel like years and years across my aching soul
Another night ends on the same old bar stool
They say I'm young, so why do I feel so damn old
It's getting old

The same old crowd comes in to hear the same old songs
Trying to escape the life that they are trapped into
They sing about the last chance that is dead and gone
And the simple life that they desire to go back home to

This life I live is what I give each time I play a song
After ten long years and last call beers it's time to move along
Every night get up on that stage, I know there's something more
Than this life, of a bar room troubadour

Soon enough I know that I will change my ways
And make a last call to this night I never thought would end
One more neon light burns in smoky haze
Shining on the superstars who never learned to rise