(Verse 1)
Neon humming like a tired prayer
Dust on the bottles, smoke in the air
I’m two drinks deep in a losing fight
When a man pulls up on the stool to my right
Worn-out coat, kind eyes, soft grin
Orders water, tips the bartender thin
Says, “Mind if I sit?” I say, “You’re alright”
I Didn’t know who walked in that night.
(Verse 2)
He asks my name like it really matters
Listens close, don’t rush my chatter
I tell him life’s been breaking me slow
How I’m scared of love, scared to hope
He nods like he’s heard it before
Like every hurt, every slammed door
Says, “Son, you ain’t as lost as you think”
Takes a breath, lets the silence drink
(Chorus)
He said, “I’ve seen your nights, I’ve felt your pain
I’ve watched you pray through whiskey and rain
You don’t gotta earn what’s already yours
You’re loved on your best and very worst days”
I laughed it off, said, “Man, you sound like faith”
He just smiled and said, “Yeah… something like that”
(Verse 3)
We talked about scars you never see
About forgiveness and enemies
I asked him why bad things don’t make sense
Why good hearts still get bent
He said, “Freedom cuts both ways,
Love don’t force, it waits”
His words hit hard, but gentle too
Like truth don’t need to raise its voice to get through
(Chorus)
He said, “I’ve seen your nights, I’ve felt your pain
I’ve watched you curse my name in the rain
You don’t gotta clean up to come inside
I’ve been with you every time you cried”
I shook my head, said, “Man, that’s deep”
He said, “Truth usually don’t come cheap”
I looked and said “Man what’s your name”
All he did was wink.
Bartender called last round, lights came on
I turned to say thanks — but he was gone,
Just a damp ring where his glass had been
And a peace I hadn’t felt sink in
On a napkin where he left his seat
There were these words written crooked and neat
Final Chorus
“You asked about scars and this worlds pain”
“I’ll have you know I’ve felt the same…”
“You know even I don’t get to forget…”
“But I’m still here for you”
That hit me like a bell
Like something holy rang through hell
I paid my tab, stepped into the street
With less weight dragging at my feet
Now every stranger, every face
Might be mercy dressed in grace
And I still check the stool to my right
In case heaven drops by again some night
Outro
Yeah, I don’t know much, but I know this is true—
Sometimes God shows up
Just to listen to you.
MBMEASMER
