Free Pour

On the shy side of forty In the land of free pour Nobody's writing, there's nobody left Order a beer, let's have a drink to my death Is there nobody else coming? Have you got any friends? Pulled up a seat and took off my hat Took a drink and sucked another one back Ordered again and said Baby, I'm on the shy of forty Still writing riffs like nobody's business Except in my case it most certainly is I'm a professional riff writer Slinger of pure metaphor I named my band and couple of stands I commanded Even TM'd on a gaggle of tours Then she laughed, I said Maybe you have no reason to know me I don't care, I ain't keeping score Nobody's faith here you need to restore I'm on the shy side of forty I'm on the shy side of forty Is that a reason to love me? I like your jacket, you hardly tip I like your smile, but I have to admit I have never heard your body of music before I act surprised, turned on Spotify, it isn't there Some copyright territorial rift Will you just take me at my word? Nothing less nothing more Out of my mind, I'm down on the floor All out of time but I'm begging for more I'm on the shy side of forty Is that a reason to love me? I had a dream of my old high school There was nobody left Just that old janitor Russel Avery Smith My first girl, my first love, my first kiss I caught them fucking in basement The type of place it would happen The kind of thing at this type of event You'd never believe but kind of always suspect But it was kind of romantic It had its own inner logic They asked me why, and how I got in I could not emit the sound to tell them It was our twenty year reunion I got the email, I went Russel was kind, he was good to his kids Maybe I always underestimated Everybody else around me We gotta make our own beauty Time and time we have to find it again When we die, do we start over again? Back at the shy side of forty At the shy side of forty [Outro] Time and time we have to find it again At the shy side of forty When we die, do we start over again? At the shy side of forty Time and time we have to find it again When we die, do we start over again? Back at the shy side of forty At the shy side of forty