She's married to the ladies at the bar She's married to the bar and to the ladies who say "Are you alright here, hon? Is everything alright here, hon?" Like it's her drink they're asking after And not the man who's talking at her As she warms the whiskey In her mouth and writes a letter And wants a cigarette She gave up on love somewhere along the way Along the way somewhere she gave up on love She gave up on other things Babies and wedding rings And now she crosses the room like the dancer she was And drifts through the cocktail crowd Playing grown-ups with a dollar in her hand For the internet jukebox she hates And plays every time She plays "Desperado" ♪ Sometime around closing she steps outside She steps outside sometime around closing Looks up at the city sky The strange light as the clouds push by And in the stillness She wears a pale crown of smoke Alone on the street in a thrift store coat With the words to the song still running Through her mind Her feet aren't cold and it's wintertime She's married to the ladies at the bar Married to the bar and to the ladies who say "Are you alright here, hon? Is everything alright here, hon?"