Back of the Bar

[Verse 1]
The jukebox hums, a soft, low tune,
Neon flickers in the smoky room.
A bottle drained, my glass near dry,
Your name’s a whisper I can’t deny.
[Chorus]
I’m just sitting here in the back of the bar,
Bottle empty, my glass the heart of my lips.
Thinking 'bout you, wherever you are,
Every sip, it’s your face I can’t eclipse.
[Verse 2]
The bartender’s nod says he knows the score,
I’m chasing ghosts I can’t ignore.
The clock spins slow, the night drags on,
But your shadow lingers, though you’re long gone.
[Prechorus]
I could leave, but where would I go?
You’re the only place I’ve ever called home.
[Chorus]
I’m just sitting here in the back of the bar,
Bottle empty, my glass the heart of my lips.
Thinking 'bout you, wherever you are,
Every sip, it’s your face I can’t eclipse.
[Bridge]
The amber’s warm, but it don’t heal,
It can’t replace the way you feel.
Each clink of ice, a hollow sound,
A reminder you’re not around.

country, acoustic with subtle 808 bass, smooth male vocals, soul, melodic, country-soul