Heartache Doesn't Have A Closing Time

Bartender won't you pour another round

I've got 27 reasons for sitting here this evening

Don't you know they all revolve around

That old familiar story, of lost love and glory

Golden hair, the darkest eyes

For a summer she was mine

I wish the bars were always open

For hearts that are broken

Cause heartache doesn't have a closing time

There's nowhere to go at 4 AM

Except crazy as hell, or some cheap motel

I can't spend another night in our old bed

There's no sense in sleeping,

Because I'll end up dreaming

of golden, the darkest eyes

I'm still hers but she's not mine

I wish the bars were always open

For hearts that are broken

Cause heartache doesn't have a closing time

I need to be with those three friends of mine

Tequila, salt, and lime

I wish the bars were always open

For hearts that are broken

Cause heartache doesn't have a closing time

Heartache doesn't have a closing time

Bartender won't you pour another round