Have a Drink on Me

I walked into that old dive bar, same place where we would meet

The jukebox plays our favorite song, the sound is bittersweet

I see your face in every corner, your laughter in the air

But the only thing that's left there now is an empty chair

The bartender pours a whiskey, the glass is cold and clear

I trace the rim with my fingertips, and try to hold back the tears

I remember how we'd toast to life, with hopes that soared so high

Now I'm sipping sorrow, as the years just pass me by

So have a drink on me (drink on me)

Raise your glass to what we knew,