Bar With A TV On - Tift Merritt

A taxi comes round with a crowd

Of the fashionably late

Their boots click in all directions

On stones and pools of rain

The tourists wander backward

They don’t know which train to take

While a girl is hiking up her skirt

With a brown eye on her date

But all my thoughts come back to you

And all my dreams are true here

And I have already returned to you

In a bar with the tv on

The news spills on the table

In pink and blue neon

Saying 'oh how will we make it?'

But no one hears at all

Thought I’d be somebody different

I thought I would have paid and gone

Even the soliders in the corner

Have retreated and withdrawn

But all my thoughts come back to you

And all my dreams are true here

And I have already returned to you

In a bar with the tv on

Now I’ve drawn on all the napkins

And I’ve drank here long enough

Hope I’ve touched you with kindness

I have shyed away from love

And all these silent pictures

Moving bright across my face

Dance away in midnight gestures

Bringing forth some grander place

Where windows reach for open air

Where goodness is the song you hear

Where the sound of night is everywhere

Calling children and lovers home

And all my thoughts come back to you

And all my dreams are true here

And I have nothing to give to you

But I have already returned to you

In a bar with the tv on

In this bar with the tv on