Fletcher's Bar

so my friend, you're a long way from home
in Baltimore it's easy to second guess and go
you brought your leather jacket to wear
'cause it brings out all the silver in your braided hair
it's better to walk away and now you walk alone
they hold your place at Fletcher's Bar
down the boulevard you fall
at the right place you'll be wrong
since you left I hope you're better
I hope you are
this hotel that you call your home
the cigarettes are burning and the curtain drawn and dark
you wrote the perfect letter to send
but you didn't have a hero, just a notebook and a pen
the sun upon your skin burns to blue within
they hold your place at Fletcher's Bar
down the boulevard you fall
at the right place you'll be wrong
since you left I hope you're better
I hope you are
well I hope you are better now
I hope you are