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