Viejo bar

I hear the voices talking about yesterday, I can't find a meaning and I miss the smell
of liquor, the noise, the smoke, the bar, and the sweat. I hear the voices at night, everything changes
when the sun goes down, there's a monster in my closet that always finds some flaw,
the same loser who will never change. Always drunk in the same spot,
please don’t close the bar. The night is still young, and tomorrow when the sun comes up,
we'll keep drinking and making this a better world. No matter what they tell us.
Tell me where you’re going, where will you head today? I keep dreaming that I hear your voice and
when I remember you, I forget I still have to forget. Sitting here, I watch time go by.
Someone's taking your place. Tell me what’s the point of sitting alone and thinking about what I want to live.
Embrace the change and be yourself, if your share hasn’t come yet, take the whole cake.