Sittin at the bar In the middle of nowhere He got something on his mind But it's not his hat Karaoke machine Sittin in the corner She gets up to sing Her songs to no-one but him Could be a love song Could be a sad song Could be a good song Could be a bad song Could be a slow song Slow and sentimental Could be his song Could be her song And her voice sounds like a sunrise would If only it could sing And she says to him just by looking in his eyes That the words don't mean a thing Driving in his car Driving away from this life House is not a home Without the kids and wife Off into the sunset Credit card and a bottle of pills Got no where to go Turns on the radio and Could be a love song Could be a sad song Could be a good song Could be a bad song Could be a slow song Slow and sentimental, yeah Could be his song Could be her song Yeah