One Last Round (Rock, Male)

[Intro]

[Verse]
The jukebox hums a mournful tune,
Whiskey glows beneath the moon,
I nod to the stranger cloaked in gray.
He says the night's a fleeting friend,
I tell him 'bout the wars that never end,
And the faces I’ve buried along the way.

[Prechorus]

His eyes pierce my hollowed gaze,
Like shattered glass,
A shadowed echo of the past.

[Chorus]

One last round, He says with a grin,
One last round, For the pain and the sin.
Raise your glass, Let the stories flow.
One last round, Then it’s time to go.
(Then it's time to go)

[Verse 2]

I speak of boys who fell too soon,
Of muddy fields and skies maroon,
And the ghosts that march inside my head.
He leans in close,
His smile is thin, 
Says,
"Every soldier holds his sin"!
His voice feels colder than the dead.

[Prechorus]

His eyes pierce my hallowed gaze,
like shattered glass,
A shadowed echo of the past.

[Chorus]

One last round, He says with a grin,
One last round, For the pain and the sin.
Raise your glass, Let the stories flow.
One last round, Then it’s time to go.
(Then it's time to go)

[Verse 3]

I tip my glass one last time,
I listen for that earthly chime.
A warmth comes over my soul.
The same I felt before,
When I helped death,
Close a few doors.

[Prechorus]

His eyes pierce my hallowed gaze,
like shattered glass,
A shadowed echo of the past.

[Chorus]

One last round, He says with a grin,
One last round, For the pain and the sin.
Raise your glass, Let the stories flow.
One last round, Then it’s time to go.
(Then it's time to go)

[Outro]

Psychedelic Rock with Echoing Guitars and Hypnotic Grooves