Half A Beer Left

Half a beer left, and half of it gone

Still more to drink, still more moving on

Someday I'll right the rest of my wrongs

Until that day I'll write these same old songs

I just sat down with a beer in my hand

Arrived that afternoon

I'd come to find a new lease on life

If this town could spare the room

Wasn't much that I'd left behind

Just scars of a hollow past

My beer became eclipsed

By the shadow of a hat

It belonged to a curious type of man

That no one seemed to care

He ignored the room

As he walked up to my chair

With half a beer left, and half of it gone

Still more to drink, still more moving on

Someday I'll right the rest of my wrongs

Until that day I'll write the same old songs

I couldn't find a pistol bulge or a knife strapped to his boot

Couldn't see his teeth behind the mustache that he grew

He took a seat across from me, kicked his boots up on a stool

Didn't tip his hat or extend a hand while I tried to keep my cool

He said, "I've come from tomorrow, son

And I've gotten here this far

Someday I'll find me yesterday

But right now I've got this bar"

With half a beer left, half of it gone

Still more to drink, more moving on

Someday I'll right the rest of my wrongs

Until that day I'll write these same old songs

He didn't offer a history

No need to waste the breath

Life limped on inside that man

As he courted a dance with death

He said, "The older you get

The less chance that you'll ever have

To cut the chains of doubt

So fill up your glass, son, 'cause mine's done run out"

Half a beer left, and half of it gone

Still more to drink, still more moving on

Tomorrow I'll write the rest of these songs

Yesterday's forever gone