Lyrics
Verse 1
Crowd went home with their voices spentMine is rattling in a tin cupMirror don’t clap, mirror don’t lieJust a man in leftover light
Chorus
Whiskey in the dressing roomShow is doneWhiskey in the dressing roomGlory’s thinPour it slowCall it friend
Verse 2
Lipstick notes and a dead bouquetSomebody loved me for three minutesI toast the ghost and the next townBoots still humming, heart on mute
Chorus
Whiskey in the dressing roomShow is doneWhiskey in the dressing roomGlory’s thinPour it slowCall it friend
Bridge
Ain’t sad as it looksAin’t fine as it soundsJust the quietAfter the noise
Final Chorus
Whiskey in the dressing roomShow is donePour it slow