Nightlife

Cheye's a barmaid waitin' tables She swears each shift will be the last She knows she'll make it If she's every finally able To leave this city in the past So every night she wipes down the same booths and talks the same old shit to strangers Never knowin' when she'll make it home Countin' dollar bills and hopin' for a ten Until her fingers smell like paper It's a livin, and she makes it on her own She knows the nightlife Is a life you live alone Bobby is a loyal patron Who swears each drink will be the last And he sits and drinks, and jokes and laughs Until he isn't able To keep from livin' in the past Every night he sits in the same booth And drinks the same old whiskey water Never knowing how he'll make it home Every time he closes out, he tips her big Hopin' maybe Cheye will drive him She never does it, but he makes it on his own He knows the nightlife Is a life you live alone I'm a singer playin' dive bars I swore each one would be the last I used to think I'd make it But I don't know if I'm able It seems my time has come and past So every night I sing the same requested songs To another Cheye and Bobby Seems like they live in every town Countin' dollar bills and hopin' for a ten Outside another hotel lobby Hopin' that I have enough to lay me down Every night a hundred miles or more On midnight roads through Carolina Roads that never lead me home A million favorite songs and coffee cups Have kept me livin' Oh it's a livin, and I live it in my bones The nightlife Is a life you live alone The nightlife Is a life you live alone