Lyrics
There's a pat on my back I can feel
Feeling a sense of acknowledgment or approval from someone
This stranger is a friend of mine
Connecting with a stranger on a personal level
Outside, the city breathes us out the same
The city's rhythm or atmosphere affects both narrator and stranger similarly
There is laborers blood I can feel
Sense of shared experience or empathy with laborers' struggles
Rushing serenity through these veins of mine
Feeling a calming, peaceful sensation
Outside, the sun settles in the sky
Evening approaches outside
So I pull up a barstool for a forty year ride and sink deep in it
Preparing for a long, possibly introspective time
There's a car in the lot, there's no driver inside
Empty vehicle symbolizing loneliness
But I can sleep in it
Accepting loneliness as a resting place
Ernest, William, and Charles all sit with me and we grin
Imaginary companionship with historical figures, finding joy in it
Pour us a cocktail, Corin
Requesting a drink to continue enjoyment with companions
They all laugh at my jokes, I'm fulfilled
Deriving satisfaction from making others laugh
And for a moment it gets hard to hide my pride
Difficulty concealing a sense of accomplishment
It's been missing for a while
Feeling of something missing for a period
If I can do anything, I can sing
Confidence in ability to sing
Just like someone that's been wondering
Similarity to someone inquisitive or searching
Why art and drink
Reflecting on why creativity and alcohol help avoid facing oblivion
Keep oblivion at bay.
Using art and drink to escape from existential fears
So I pull up a barstool for a forty year ride and sink deep in it
Preparing for a long, introspective time again
There's a car in the lot, there's no driver inside
Loneliness symbolized by an empty car
But I can sleep in it
Accepting loneliness as a place to rest again
Ernest, William, and Charles all sit with me and we grin
Imaginary companionship with historical figures continues
Pour us a cocktail, Corin
Requesting a drink again to continue enjoyment with companions
In here, I'll never be alone again
Feeling of avoiding loneliness within the bar
In here, I'll never face the end
Feeling of escaping mortality or the end while in the bar
In here, I'm proud of this man I am
Being proud of the persona created within the bar
In here, I'm happy to pretend
Being content with pretending within the bar's atmosphere
So I pull up a barstool for a forty year ride and sink deep in it
Preparing for a long, introspective time once more
There's a car in the lot, there's no driver inside
Loneliness symbolized by an empty car reiterated
But I can sleep in it
Accepting loneliness as a resting place reiterated
Ernest, William, and Charles all sit with me and we grin
Imaginary companionship with historical figures reiterated
Yeah
Expression of agreement or affirmation
Pour us a cocktail
Requesting another drink to sustain the enjoyment
Ah, pour us a cocktail
Repetition of the request for a drink
Pour us a cocktail, Corin
Repeating the request for a drink, calling the bartender's name
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