Bartender won't you pour another round I've got lots reasons for sitting here this evening Don't you know they all revolve around That old familiar story, of lost love and glory Golden hair, the darkest eyes For a moment she was mine I wish the bars were always open For hearts that are broken Cause heartache doesn't have a closing time There's nowhere to go at 4 AM Except crazy as hell, or some cheap motel I can't spend another night in our old bed There's no sense in sleeping, Because I'll end up dreaming Of golden, the darkest eyes I'm still hers but she's not mine I wish the bars were always open For hearts that are broken Cause heartache doesn't have a closing time I need to be with those three friends of mine Tequila, salt, and lime I wish the bars were always open For hearts that are broken Cause heartache doesn't have a closing time Heartache doesn't have a closing time Bartender won't you pour another round