Ive seen their faces for a million years Stone fallen faces and the burnt tears They get their slice of life From the bottom edge of a knife Roadhouse at closing time Locals wear hangdog expressions The stranger twists restless in his chair They should be going home But they hate to be alone Roadhouse at closing time The sun it seems to frown On this dark side of town Say waitress, could you bring another round? She wants to get away In Vegas or L.A But she cant find the strength To leave her man The sun it seems to frown On this dark side of town Say waitress, could you bring another round? She wants to get away In Vegas or L.A But she cant find the strength To leave her man
roadhouse, waitress, vega, frown, closing