Jim Hoehn: Music
Barroom MIA
A major-league pressbox is knee-deep in wiseass, cynicism and semi-literacy,
the perfect incubation chamber for country song titles. Honey, I'm the
right-hander up in your bullpen
Got no desire for small talk, jukebox has been turned down
Unemployed elbows on the bar, watching TV without the sound
Misery loves company, but lonely likes itself
Just enough money for one more double from the very bottom shelf
(Chorus)
'Cause when you disappear into the bottle
It's a long, hard fall
Another barroom MIA, missing in alcohol
Another barroom MIA, missing in alcohol
Swirl that shot glass round and round, see visions of your face
Haunted by the memories, the whiskey can't erase
The mirror shines with desperate eyes, long since dried of tears
Sentenced to a life of pain, by a jury of their fears
(chorus)
The bottle's been my refuge, my home away from home
A halfway house of self-pity, since you left me all alone
Half a shot glass on the bar, half a life in front of me
Sorrows drowned or turned around, the choices are plain to see
But hope doesn't know there is no hope, so tomorrow I'll start anew
I still might crawl back into the bottle, but I'll be damned if it's because
of you
(chorus)