from two to four, happy hour
free barbecue all you can eat
The plate smelled of smoke,
He stopped loving her today
I thought if this is happy hour,
then that's a funny song to play
So this is why they call it happy hour
It's where the broken hearts come
to talk about what used to be
So this is the way they call it at the hour
and told them all about you and me
They sat there listening,
Someone else said, man, I've been there
I told them how much you loved me
And how it wasn't over yet
Believed every single word I said
It's where the lonely hearts
Come when they can't forget
So this is why they call it happy hour
It's where love's wounded
call to dance with the dead
So this is why they call it happy hour
It's where the lonely hearts
It's where lovers won't get cold
To dance with their death
It's where lovers won't get cold
But when they can't forgive