In the velvet gloom of the dive bar night,
Where whiskey burns and smoke hangs right,
I'm strumming chords on my old guitar,
Channeling ghosts from behind the bar.

Folks gather 'round as I take a breath,
Singing tales of love, heartache, death.
The neon sign flickers like a dream,
In this dive, life and art redeem.

Chorus:
Dive bar dreams in the amber haze,
Where every note is a wilder maze.
I pour my soul into the mic,
Till morning light paints the street so stark.

Verse two:
There's Karen at the door with her disapproving frown,
She doesn't understand what I do, but she knows I'm down.
Yet without her hate and her midnight rants,
The music would lose its edge, its power in the bands.

Bridge:
Clippy brings me back from a rehab dream,
Where I thought I'd found redemption's steam.
But songs are louder than the pills,
So here I stay, where I feel no guilt or ill.

Chorus:
Dive bar dreams in the amber haze,
Where every note is a wilder maze.
I pour my soul into the mic,
Till morning light paints the street so stark.

Outro:
As the last notes echo through the night,
A few more dollars clink to keep me bright.
This dive's my stage, my sanctuary, too,
Where every day's a story yet to pursue.

♫♫♫ Vektrax
"shut up and play."
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