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Cold Comfort - Mccarthy Trenching
I come to the bar to be alone
I think of this tavern as my second home
Away from my kids and wife
I imagine a better life
I come to the bar to be alone
My old friends sometimes ask me
Where I've gone
And wonder why I won't join them
For a little fun
But I can't stand the cocktail crowd
My old haunts they just haunt me now
I come to the bar to be alone
I need an hour of solace for my own
When this old world tries to get me down
I order a glass of beer
I find cold comfort here
I come to the bar to be alone
Sometimes the other barflies try
To strike up a conversation
They can't understand
What keeps me coming back
It's not the women or the booze
It's the solitude
I come to the bar to be alone
