Lyric Eye to eye with nothing

I ve been here forever
See how the chair is worn
The walls could tell some stories
Sheltered strangers from the storm
and I m starin down an empty til I lose all sense of sight
Eye to eye with nothing on a lonely Sunday night

The regulars file in
The clinking of the glass
The warmth flows so easy
Takin the coldness from my past
and I m face down on the table with my knuckles turning white
Eye to eye with nothing on a lonely Sunday night

GUITAR BREAK

I ve been here forever
but I m younger than you d guess
I fight the battle nightly
Most nights I lose, I must confess
and I m starin down an empty
I swear I can almost see the light
Eye to eye with nothing on a lonely Sunday night
and I m face down on the table with my knuckles turning white
Eye to eye with nothing on a lonely Sunday night