What about the bartender?

Alright, let's keep it relatable and modern, just like Cooper Alan might do:

**Verse 1:**

*Behind the bar in his worn-out jeans,

He sees the night through neon dreams.

Laughs with the crowd, knows ‘em by name,

But deep down he feels the same.*

**Chorus:**

*Pourin' drinks while the jukebox plays,

Got his own broken hearts he tucks away.

He's the unsung hero in their stories,

Keeps it light, hides all his worries.*

**Verse 2:**

*They talk of trucks and summer days,

He's caught in the rhythm of life’s craze.

Knows the tales of young love lost,

But his own heart has paid the cost.*

**Bridge:**

*What's he thinkin' when the crowd's all gone?

Chasin’ dreams, but it’s just been so long.*

**Outro:**

*So raise a glass to the one unseen,

The bartender’s tale ain't clean.*

**Chorus:**

*Pourin' drinks while the jukebox plays,

Got his own broken hearts he tucks away.

He's the unsung hero in their stories,

Keeps it light, hides all his worries.*

**Outro:**

*So raise a glass to the one unseen,

The bartender’s tale ain't clean.*