A song about a little place in town where I hang out more than I should. It's closed on Sundays or I'd probably be there now LOL.

POUR CHOICES
(Words & Music by Gavin Sinclair)

Saturday night is the loneliest night
But every night's just the same
I get in my car, drive to the bar
And everybody knows my name
But I sit here alone, stare at my phone
I don't have much to say
One more beer, then I'm outta here
How'd it turn out this way

They call this bar Pour Choices
And yes, I guess I've made a few
What's done is done, my song is sung
What am I to do?

Misty pours me a pint "How're you doing tonight?"
I smile and answer, "Good as I can be."
But truth be told, I just feel old
Killing time here while time kills me
In the mirror behind all those bottles of wine
There's a familiar face
I recognize those weary eyes
Surprised to see me in this place

They call this bar Pour Choices
And yes, I guess I've made a few
What's done is done, my song is sung
What am I to do?

Saturday night is the loneliest night
But every night's just the same
I sit for a while and manage a smile
When Misty says she's glad I came
Say goodnight to the face in the mirror till this place
Calls me back once more
To search for the past in an empty glass
And in everyone who walks through the door

They call this bar Pour Choices
And yes, I guess I've made a few
What's done is done, my song is sung
What am I to do?