Neon flickers on whiskey glass
The bar's alive with Friday cheer
I'm perched on thoughts that slowly pass
Like ice cubes mellowing the over proof's bite
Jukebox croons a crowded tune
Laughter bubbles, glasses clink
I'm humming to a different drum
Lost in quiet while others drink
In this taproom's roaring tide
This heart's a rock far from the shore
Friends ride their waves of beer-fueled pride
I miss the mountains and words long gone
I step out to the parking lot
Where distant traffic hums its song
The cool air clears my clouded thought
As night winds gently move along
Back to barstools, clinking toasts
I smile at joy so freely shared
My mind drifts to its own far coasts
Not lonely, just elsewhere compared
In this taproom's roaring tide
This heart's a rock far from the shore
Friends ride their waves of beer-fueled pride
I miss the mountains and words long gone