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Almost Great

Verse 1 Well, I raised my glass to better days, but the past just drank it first Tried to drown the silence in whiskey songs but sorrow's got the louder verse There’s a stool that knows my name by now and a barkeep twice as wise He don’t ask why I’m smiling crooked— just pours truth where the comfort lies Chorus So here’s to ale and ache, my friend To the buzz that bends but won’t quite mend To the nights I laugh with empty eyes And the jokes that buy me alibis Pour me grace that burns, not breaks Bless this glass for memory’s sake One more round, then I’ll be fine— Or I’ll forget that she was mine Verse 2 There’s a woman in the bottom of this glass with a laugh I can’t unhear And every drop I chase her down she slips further year by year The men all cheer when I sing loud and call me lord of lightened hearts But I’m the fool who toasts the ghosts and calls the pain his finest art Chorus Yeah, here’s to ale and ache again To forgetting her name by song’s end To leaning hard on half-spun cheer Till I can’t find the “used to” here Fill me up with something kind That burns less sharp than her goodbye One more round, and maybe then— I’ll stop losing her again Bridge No one stays till morning light Not lovers, not the lies I write But bottles don’t get up to leave And a barstool don’t believe in grief Final Chorus (hummed slow, slurred like truth too late) So here’s to ale and ache once more To the aching I came in here for To the barkeep—my priest, my pen— who listens close, then pours again And if I smile when the verse is through... it’s just the drink not missing you.