Too late for tears

The jukebox is playing in some dark cantina
Ol' Hank is setting the woods on fire
It’s a stormy night
The wind is howling a sad old blues
Through these honky tonk walls
Another storm rages in the back of my mind
The snake’ll soon appear
Tequila’s just fine
I spend my days in a country-song world
I wake every morning beside a new face
And at night I spend
A haystack of dollars
Mezcal and Tequila
Are my only true friends
When will this end?
What shall I do?
It’s too late to turn back
And too late for my tears
Epilog:
I should have known
Love can be broken
From actions undone
Sweet words unspoken