It's Monday night at the sports bar
Wouldn't call it a crowd, but there's people here
Pull up a table at the sports bar
And the outside world just disappears, dollar beers
And there's a dozen TV sets to every man
A waitress with a salon tan
Talks about the weather
With the weathered regular
She calls him doll
And I can see you
The way you looked at me then
Like I was something less than human
I was tempted
To raise my voice in defense
I guess I was too scared to do it
And you knew it
It's raining outside the sports bar
But in here it dry and safe and warm
And you can hear the cars rolling by
In between the raspy, mild roars, someone scores
And there at least one broken heart to every man
A stationary ceiling fan
That used to spin its blades
Until that visit from the air conditioning man
And I can see you
The way you looked at me then
Like I was something less than human
I was tempted
To raise my voice in defense
I guess I was too scared to do it
And you knew it
I can see you
The way you looked at me then
Like I was something less than human
I was tempted
To raise my voice in defense
I guess I was too scared to do it
And you knew it
Yeah, you knew it