The Bar’s Getting Lower (Commentary)

Her mama always told her to hold out for a good man

Sounded like a good plan all those years ago

A little house with a picket fence

Simple life with a couple kids

But tonight she's just looking for a shoulder

She was hoping for pink champagne

But she'll settle for well whiskey

Saw herself in a long white gown

Not downtown gettin' tipsy

And that one-night stand walking through the door

Ain't the marrying kind, yeah that's for sure

But she's gettin' older

And the bar's gettin' lower

Her dreams are disappearing like smoke from his cigarette

She hasn't said "Yes," but she's thinking she might

The closer it gets to closing time

A lonely heart will take a pick-up line

Anything to get her through the night

'Cause she was hoping for pink champagne

But she'll settle for well whiskey

Saw herself in a long white gown

Not downtown gettin' tipsy

And that drunk cowboy tellin' her lies

Ain't the John Wayne she had in mind

But she's gettin' older

And the bar's gettin' lower

She could thank him for the drink and walk away

Live to love another day

But she's gettin' older

And the night's gettin' colder

And the bar's gettin' lower

The bar's gettin' lower