Sports Bar

It's Monday night at the sports bar
Wouldn't call it a crowd but there's people here
Pull up a table at the sports bar
And the outside world disappers, dollar beers
And there's a dozen TV sets to every man
A waitress with a salon tan
Talks about the weather
With the weathered regulars, she calls them "doll"
And I can see you, the way you looked at me then
Like I was something less than human
I was tempted to raise my voice in defense
I guess I was too scared to do it
And you knew it
It's raining now, outside the sports bar
But in here, it's dry and safe and warm
And you can hear the cars rolling by
In between the raspy, mild roars, someone scored
And there's at least one broken heart to every man
A stationary ceiling fan
That used to spin its blades
Until that visit from the air conditioning man
And I can see you, the way you looked at me then
Like I was something less than human
I was tempted to raise my voice in defense
I guess I was too scared to do it
And you knew it
I can see you, the way you looked at me then
Like I was something less than human
I was tempted to raise my voice in defense
I guess I was too scared to do it
And you knew it
Yeah, you knew it