Happy Hour by Billy Falcon Lyrics

Sign on the door, said from two to four, Happy Hour
Beers half a buck, free barbecue, all you can eat
The place smelled of smoke, the juke box was playin’
He stopped lovin’ her today; I thought, if this is Happy Hour
Then that’s a funny song to play

Lined up at the bar they sat tellin’ their stories, one by one
Each one they told was sadder than the one before
They spoke about love and how it got lost
And oh, how those were the days…..
Suddenly it was quiet and everyone was lookin’ at me

So this is why they call it Happy Hour
It’s where the broken hearts come to talk about what used to be
So this is why they call it Happy Hour
I pulled up a chair and told them all about you and me

They sat there listenin’, grippin’ their glasses and shakin’ their heads
Someone said heard, that someone else said, man, I been there
I told them how much you loved me and how bad I hurt you
And how it wasn’t over yet;
And everybody but me believed every single word I said
So this is why they call it Happy Hour
It’s where the lonely hearts come when they can’t forget
So this is why they call it Happy Hour
It’s where loves’ wounded come to dance with their dead

So this is why they call it Happy Hour
It’s where the lonely hearts come when they can’t forget
So this is why they call it Happy Hour
It’s where loves’ wounded come to dance with their dead
It’s where loves’ wounded come when they can’t forget

Sign on the door said “from two to four, Happy Hour”