Out at Stonecroft where the tiki lights are on
Mary Beth's already got the evening planned
She hauled pimento cheese when the golf league played the Masters —
Indoor Augusta — proper crowd in hand
She runs the music like she runs a good room
First one standing when there's something to say
You do something worth announcing 'round here
She already heard — and she's already cleared a path
One more night at Stonecroft
We showed up different people
And we all found the same bar
From a simple "how you been?"
To the kind of night you don't forget
Saltwater saints and sunburned strangers
Laughing like we've always known each other yet
One more night at Stonecroft
Marty's tapping out a beat on the tabletop
Can't help it — the man's always in time
Stone Jam Band's last show is coming up in September
He lifts his glass like it's a beat and not a goodbye
Talks hockey, then the servers, then the back nine
All in one breath like it's all the same swing
Says everything runs better with a backbeat
And honestly — nobody at Stonecroft's gonna argue with him
One more night at Stonecroft
We showed up different people
And we all found the same bar
From a simple "how you been?"
To the kind of night you don't forget
Saltwater saints and sunburned strangers
Laughing like we've always known each other yet
One more night at Stonecroft
Hillary's got a song she can't stop humming
Barry's working out the chord to meet her there
Three continents chasing the right table on the right night —
And they'd both do it again without a second care
Ask about the wine — they'll wave it off
"Just fermented grapes," they always say
Then spend the next half hour explaining every note of it
And somehow keep you at the bar anyway
Rob says Bruce can't count his scorecard
Bruce says "that's a generous view"
Thursday morning on the fairway
Two different scores — and both of 'em true
But back around the poker table
Last stool at the bar on Thursday night
Rob's quietly building his retirement plan
And Bruce keeps showing up to help finance it right
They used to call him the geek that could speak —
The one who'd translate the tech to plain
Server room in the morning
Boardroom and back again
These days he's running lyrics through the machine
Watching rock and roll come back alive
Turns out the kid who wanted to be famous at sixteen
Was just waiting for the technology to arrive
One more night at Stonecroft
We showed up different people
And we all found the same bar
From a simple "how you been?"
To the kind of night you don't forget
Saltwater saints and sunburned strangers
Laughing like we've always known each other yet
One more night at Stonecroft
One more night at Stonecroft
Last call drifting through the tiki bar
Stars already in
Someone says "same time tomorrow?"
And nobody says "depends"
Nobody says "depends"
Nobody ever says "depends"