His shoulders slump heavy
'Neath the weight of the news
In the corner of a bar
In his favorite stool
Where he carved his first muse
He studies the jukebox
Though he knows every song
He's reminded of the days
When an old passerby
Might see him singing along
In spite of it all
We did okay
And there's shittier lots in life
I'd have to say
We take our last breath here on earth
In spite of it all
He shoots his fine whiskey
With a wry stubbled grin
When you're haggard and worn
To sip or to shoot
What's the difference in the end
A tattered old journal
Another rhyme another sin
Here he goes again
Standing on the edge
Waiting for the wind
In spite of it all
We did okay
And there's shittier lots in life
I'd have to say
We take our last breath here on earth
In spite of it all
The skin takes a scar
The wrinkle remains
To mark all the happiness
Sorrow and shame
In spite of it all
We did okay
And there's shittier lots in life
I'd have to say
We take our last breath here on earth
In spite of it all
In spite of it all
We did okay
And there's shittier lots in life
I'd have to say
We take our last breath here on earth
In spite of it all
In spite of it all
In spite of it all
In spite of it all
In spite of it all
In spite of it all
In spite of it all