You said you'd had enough
Of what, I'll never know
But when the wheels came off
I had nowhere to go
Ands now I'm stranded here
I'm not moving again
I found a place to settle
Two barstools from the end
This whiskey keeps reassuring me
Like a hammer to the ocean blue
You don't mean a thing to me
That cheap clock behind the bar
It's in on the whole lie
Outside the world is spinning
In here it just slips by
And somewhere back in Georgia
You're living on your own
Or maybe you're in Boston now
Who am I to know
So I'll have another thanks
And sing my refrain
Though the jukebox may beg to disagree
Like Mozart to a weathervane
You don't mean a thing to
You don't mean a thing to me
I found myself some same old company
I am in it for the long haul
I will weather every last call
So you can see
You don't mean a thing to me
You don't mean a thing to me
I found myself some same old company
I am in it for the long haul
I will weather every last call
'Til I finally see
You don't mean a thing to me
I run my finger through
Some water on the bar
Try to draw a picture
But it just keeps falling apart
The booths are for lovers
The tables are for friends
I know my place
Two barstools from the end
The story's still the same
Though no one in this bar
Wants to hear it again from me
Like teardrops to a shooting star
You don't mean a thing to me
You don't mean a thing to me
I'm happy with this same old company
I am in it for the long haul
I will weather every last call
I almost can believe
You don't mean a thing to me
Like a sinner down upon his knees
To a sky full of cold galaxies
You don't mean a thing to me