That Guy at the End of the Bar Lyrics

That guy at the end of the bar

Knows he's a star

But the rest of the world

Ain't on the same page

That guy at the end of the bar

Knows he's a star

He just must have been born

In the wrong age

Down the bar on the wall

There's a mirror that is

Ten feet tall

And that guy at the end

Just bought a round again

His mind is full of words

Like a flock of wild birds e

Exploring a brand new migration

Ever always flying onward

That flock of wild birds

Ain't so easy to find through the sun

Down the bar on the wall

There's a mirror that is

Ten feet tall

And that guy at the end

Just bought a round again