Whiskey Mirrors

In the corner waiting on a girl
In the whispers loose and bright
At the window staring at the world
In the slowly failing light

In the evening, laughing at the bar
Whiskey mirrors old and cracked
In the evening lying in my arms
In the mirrors gold and black

In the doorway calling for a song
Tuning strings and elbow room
Ring the bell and gather in the warm
Gleaming brass and waning moon

In the evening, laughing at the bar
Whiskey mirrors old and cracked
In the evening lying in my arms
In the mirrors gold and black