well, you know, a person can work up a mean, mean thirst after a hard day of nothing much at all and tina's the kind of place where they'll call your name out loud and clear and they'll say "here comes a regular."
so you'll have a few drinks and pass the night by the jukebox... and ol' sad eyes will turn to you and say "opportunity knocks once, then the door slams shut..."
and then the wind begins to blow, the collar goes up, you turn your back on the last call and finish your glass, and then, here comes the snow.