
Christmas Eve In A Bar Called The Last Stand Lyrics
- Genre:Acoustic
- Year of Release:2025
Lyrics
It was Christmas Eve in a powdered town
Snowflakes danced as the world slowed down
Gregor sat with his hat pulled low
In a bar called The Last Stand, quiet as snow
Whiskey glass in his weary hand
The air was thick, like time had been damned
Arthur behind the bar, a ghost of his past
Wiping down glasses that never held fast
Oh, Christmas at the Last Stand Bar
Where broken souls gather from near and far
The lights are dim, but the stories shine
Lonely hearts meeting on borrowed time
She walked in with frost in her hair
Ordered tea like she didn't belong there
Alone on Christmas? she softly said
Gregor nodded, his spirit half-dead.
Happiness on Christmas, that's just a show
A tale for movies where the endings glow
But her smile held a truth, simple and small
A spark of warmth in the bar's cold pall
Oh, Christmas at the Last Stand Bar
Where broken souls gather from near and far
The lights are dim, but the stories shine
Lonely hearts meeting on borrowed time
The piano sang in a minor key
A melody whispered from history
In walked Werner, shoulders bent
Carrying stories his labor had spent
The girl ran in, her face aglow
Grandfather, why'd you leave in the snow
Her hug broke the silence, brought life to the room
A child's light chasing away the gloom
The bar came alive, as the piano played
Ghosts of their sadness began to fade
People spoke in voices low
Sharing moments they'd never show
Gregor smiled, his glass half-full
The weight of the night no longer cruel
He turned to her, a fleeting glance
Maybe next year, a chance for romance
Oh, Christmas at the Last Stand Bar
Where broken souls gather from near and far
The lights are dim, but the stories shine
Lonely hearts meeting on borrowed time
Midnight struck, the bar grew still
The stars outside cast their gentle will
Arthur and the pianist locked the door
Leaving behind what had been before
The city slept under a silent night
But a spark remained, a flickering light
For in the dark, they'd found a way
To make Christmas theirs, in their own way