Spare Parts

Seven nights a week – I never shut the doors
And I keep an open ear – take a seat, I’ll fill your cup
This town is full of stories getting told and twisted in here
You’re welcome to let it loose until things start looking up

All those hard to believe news
Oh, it must have been a long blues
Pouring down on lonely hearts
Are you here to drown your feelings
Or is it just a desperate attempt
At fixing love with spare parts

I don’t have much to offer but mixing drinks with love
And a playlist full of songs that soothe the troubled mind
I can’t replace the dirt you dragged in from the cold
But maybe it’s enough to forget what’s left behind

All those hard to believe news
Oh, it must have been a long blues
Pouring down on lonely hearts
Are you here to drown your feelings
Or is it just a desperate attempt
At fixing love with spare parts

Oh, the streets of shame
An endless series of neon signs
Tonight, I’ll take the long walk home
The wet asphalt is a mirror
Am I talking to myself?
These stories go right to the bone