Built around Last call at the bar as a metaphor for one more chance at life, love, and making things right. Dust & Wire's red-clay authenticity carries the concept through country that rewards repeat listens. "See I've been sitting here since half past eight" — the kind of line that sticks in your head three days later. The mood runs bittersweet, closing-time. Genre showcases on Majik's aren't filler — they're proof that independent music can carry real emotional weight when the lyrics and production align.
[verse 1]
The clock says midnight but it feels like dawn
Of something ending and something coming on
The bartender's wiping down the wood
Asking if I'm staying, I say I should
Just one more round before I face the cold
One more story that needs to be told
See I've been sitting here since half past eight
Working up the nerve to set my life straight
[chorus]
One more round, make it count this time
One more round before I cross that line
Between who I've been and who I could be
One more round, then I'm setting me free
One more round, for the road ahead
For the living that's left and the tears I've shed
Pour it tall, pour it strong, pour it true
One more round, then I start brand new
[verse 2]
I owe my brother an apology
Owed it now for about a decade, see
Let a woman come between our blood
Turns out she wasn't worth the flood
Of silence that drowned our family name
Two stubborn men playing a stubborn game
So tonight I drink the last of my pride
And tomorrow I'm driving to his side
[chorus]
One more round, make it count this time
One more round before I cross that line
Between who I've been and who I could be
One more round, then I'm setting me free
One more round, for the road ahead
For the living that's left and the tears I've shed
Pour it tall, pour it strong, pour it true
One more round, then I start brand new
[bridge]
Sometimes you need the closing time
To realize you've been wasting time
The last call is a starting gun
For the race you should have already run
[verse 3]
So here's to one more round of grace
One more chance to show my face
To the ones I've hurt, the ones I've lost
One more round, whatever the cost
The tab is paid, I leave my seat
Walk into the cold on unsteady feet
But my heart's the steadiest it's ever been
One more round was all I needed, friend
[chorus]
One more round, make it count this time
One more round before I cross that line
Between who I've been and who I could be
One more round, then I'm setting me free
One more round, for the road ahead
For the living that's left and the tears I've shed
Pour it tall, pour it strong, pour it true
One more round, and I'm starting new
