I come to the bar to be alonenI think of this tavern as my second homenAway from my kids and wifenI imagine a better lifenI come to the bar to be alonennMy old friends sometimes ask me where I've gonenAnd wonder why I won't join them for a little funnBut I can't stand the cocktail crowdnMy old haunts, they just haunt me nownI come to the bar to be alonennI need anhour of solace for my ownnWhen this old world tries to get me downnI order a glass of beernI find cold comfort herenI come to the bar to be alonennSometimes the other barflies try to strike up a conversationnThey can't understand what keeps me coming backnIt's not the women or the booze:nIt's the solitudenI come to the bar to be alone