[Intro] [Spoken] [Sighs] Ladies and gentlemen... the hour is... well, who's counting... [laughs] Not me, I can tell you that much [Verse] Her eyes were green like... like something green Emeralds? No, wait—limes... no, that's dumb Her eyes were the color of jealousy And I was jealous Of every glass she lifted to those lips [Laughs] Where was I going with that? [Chorus] She walked out at midnight (That's... that's a good line, right?) She walked out at midnight and I— Well, I stayed here I've been drinking to her memory And I've been drinking to forget her name But I can only seem to do... —one of those things [Slurs dramatically] One...—of those... —things [Verse 2] [snaps fingers off-beat, recovers] The bartender knows my order now He pours it when I walk through the door He doesn't even ask—that's... that's dedication That's love, really Different kind of love than what she gave me [Long pause] [clears throat] Her love was like a slot machine Looked like I was winning Turns out I was just... inserting quarters [Snaps fingers, points at the band] Bass player! Ha! [Pre-Chorus] [Stands up straighter, squints at the ceiling] And I keep thinking maybe if I— [Pauses, loses the thought] If I... [Whispers] What was I saying? [Chorus] She walked out at midnight (Yes, alright, we're back) She walked out at midnight and I stayed here Drinking to her memory Drinking to forget her name And I can only do one of those things Just one [Bridge] [Steps closer to mic, lowers voice to exaggerated whisper] You know what they say, folks You can't make an omelette Without breaking... a few... hearts Is that the saying? [laughs] Close enough The piano player's giving me that look The look that says "wrap it up, Frank" But I'm not Frank I'm... [Long pause, appears to have forgotten his own name] I'm somebody who loved her And that's enough [Guitar solo — slightly too long, lounge guitarist looks amused] [Key change — goes up a half step, singer misses it entirely, scrambles back] [Chorus — slower, more slurred] She walked out... at midnight [breathes heavily] And I stayed here Drinking to her memory Drinking to forget her name One of those things [Barely audible] Just one [Outro] [Talking over gentle piano outro] Thank you, thank you, you've been... a room A lovely room I'll be here all... well, I'll be here until they cut me off [Mumbled] Which might be soon [Music fades, single finger snap, then a hiccup] [Silence. Then: "Did I leave my cigarettes on the piano?"]
