There’s a hole in the wall
a tiny bar in a tiny town.
Stone oven, taps, and candle light-
Something for the hunger, the thirst
and the loneliness in the night.
Saw the prettiest little thing
and tried to converse,
in our small universe,
over how loud the spirits did sing
within.
Stayed out late, drinking in
the beauty of the night-
-Taps running dry
and the fire is dying out.
She’s got me by the look in her eye
and I don’t wanna say goodbye.
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