Regulars with Stories（バージョン2）

Intro

(mm)

Yeah

Verse 1

Same five faces every Friday at the bar

Strangers when we started, now we know each other's scars

Old Pete tells the same joke every single week

Nobody minds, we laugh like it's the first time he could speak

The bartender remembers every drink, every name

Knows when to talk and when to just let silence stay the same

This little room of mismatched souls became my second home

A place where nobody has to ever feel alone

Pre-Chorus

And maybe family ain't always blood and bone

(blood and bone, blood and bone)

Sometimes it's a barstool that you learn to call your own

(blood and bone, blood and bone)

Chorus

We're just regulars with stories nobody else would hear

Raising glasses to the ones who kept on showing up here

Found a family in the corner of a small dim room

This the kind of love that don't need any kind of proof

(mm, oh-oh)

We're just regulars with stories nobody else would hear

(mm, oh-oh)

Raising glasses to the ones who kept on showing up here

Verse 2

We've buried people from this barstool, we've celebrated too

Watched each other's kids grow up, watched dreams come true

We don't need a reason, don't need a special night

This ordinary room has held us through it, held us right

I came in here a stranger carrying a heavy load

Found a dozen open hands along this winding road

Some folks find their family in a church or in a song

I found mine in this small bar where everybody belongs

Pre-Chorus

And maybe family ain't always blood and bone

(blood and bone, blood and bone)

Sometimes it's a barstool that you learn to call your own

(blood and bone, blood and bone)

Chorus

We're just regulars with stories nobody else would hear

Raising glasses to the ones who kept on showing up here

Found a family in the corner of a small dim room

This the kind of love that don't need any kind of proof

(mm, oh-oh)

We're just regulars with stories nobody else would hear

(mm, oh-oh)

Raising glasses to the ones who kept on showing up here

Bridge

Showing up here

(showing up here)

Year after year

(year after year)

That's the quiet kind of loving

That I've come to hold so dear

Chorus

We're just regulars with stories nobody else would hear

Raising glasses to the ones who kept on showing up here

Found a family in the corner of a small dim room

This the kind of love that don't need any kind of proof

(mm, oh-oh)

We're just regulars with stories nobody else would hear

(mm, oh-oh)

Raising glasses to the ones who kept on showing up here

Outro

(mm)

Everybody belongs

Yeah