Elena - Songs for a Fading Barroom - When the Nights Were Real - Dark Barroom Blues

This is the full version of “When the Nights Were Real”,
the opening track from the album “Songs for a Fading Barroom”.

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Lyrics:
(Intro)
Mmm… yeah…
You can almost smell the smoke in the air,
hear that old train roll somewhere…
(Verse 1)
Used to be the nights were softer,
Whiskey burned a little slow.
Men would dance you ‘cross the floor,
Now they just scroll and go.
We had songs that told a story,
Every line cut straight and true.
Now it’s plastic dreams and filters,
Ain’t no soul left in the room.
(Chorus 1)
Oh, baby, I swear it was better,
When the blues could break your heart in two.
Now it’s lights and empty chatter,
Ain’t no truth left in the tune.
(Verse 2)
Used to talk ‘til the sun came risin’,
Now it’s just texts and alibis.
Back then a kiss could mean forever,
Now it barely lasts the night.
Used to hear the neighbor’s laughter,
Through the screen door late at noon —
Now it’s silence in the city,
Everyone lost to the moon.
(Chorus 2)
Yeah, honey, I swear it was better,
When the world still had a little groove.
Now it’s rush and neon thunder,
But nobody’s got the moves.
(Bridge)
I still wear these same old boots,
Still play that same worn-down guitar.
They tell me the times are changin’,
Well, baby, I’ve come too far.
(Verse 3)
I still hum those broken melodies,
From the nights I used to own.
Back when love was a promise whispered,
Not a line read from a phone.
And though the years keep rolling,
Like a freight train through my soul,
I keep singing for the old times,
For the days that made me whole.
(Final Chorus)
Oh, baby, I swear it was better,
When the nights were real and blue.
Now it’s all flash and empty laughter,
But my heart still beats for you.
(Outro – soft harmonica fade)
Yeah… the past keeps callin’ me home,
Where the rhythm was real,
and I wasn’t alone…