Blues Lounge Music, Whiskey Blues, блюз-рок, Музыка для завтрака The Last Pour

One more drop from this heavy glass bottle
Taking my foot right off the throttle
The ice is melting, spinning in the glass
I'm watching the midnight hours pass
There’s a photograph lying on the table there
Reminding me of days when I had time to spare
But tonight I'm not drowning in the things I miss
I'm just sinking deep into the peacefulness
This is the last pour of the evening tide
Nowhere to be, and nowhere to hide
Just a man and his music, settling down
The quietest corner of a sleeping town
Yeah, the quietest corner of a sleeping town
The record stopped spinning about an hour ago
But there's a melody inside me playing soft and slow
I tip the glass back and I close my eyes
Saying my quiet and sweet goodbyes
This is the last pour of the evening tide
Nowhere to be, and nowhere to hide
Just a man and his music, settling down
The quietest corner of a sleeping town
Yeah, the quietest corner of a sleeping town