Haven't I seen you here before, maybe you look like someone else. Your silhouette is like the
devil, but your eyes are to blue for me to care. I wonder if you noticed my face, are you still
staring at that band. My emotions running wild, like a freight train bound for no where. I?d buy
you a drink but I don?t know your brand.
Refrão -------------
So here?s to you, and here?s to me. Best of friends that we?ll always be
and if perhaps we tend to disagree, here?s to me.
Refrão:
Mr. Bartender pour me a shot once more, to drive my cares and fears away. Well I?m down to my
last cigarette and it?s broken. Oh well guess I didn?t need the damn thing anyway. She just
walked by my table and she gave me a second glance. My eyes followed her to the backroom door.
Now she?s talking to another man, I guess I just lost my chance. Hey bartender I?ll have two
more.
Composição: Steven D. Rice