One day there may be a day when we no longer know each other,
There is steel in his soul,
It’s often said that bartenders are like cheap therapists, and most days that feels like the truth. So, one day when I saw a reserved older man, sitting at the end of my bar all alone and looking like he had the world on his shoulders, naturally I went over and asked what he wanted to drink. He smiled kindly, his eyes crinkling around the edges just a little.
When dawn glides over the ocean,
When the Heaven's are sleeping,