I've 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 can't 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 can't find the strength
To leave her man