The ceiling fans turn slow tonight Smoke curls around the lamps like old letters I see you at the piano, Sam White jacket, hands that know every secret I tried to leave in Paris You never asked me why I came back You just looked at the keys Like they still belonged to a café that doesn’t exist anymore Chorus: Play it, Sam Not for him Not for the man who walks in like the war never touched his coat Play it for the girl who thought a song could hold a city together Play “As Time Goes By” Until the fog outside forgets my name You watched us laugh in a room that smelled like rain and cheap champagne You watched me choose a train instead of a man You never said I was wrong You just kept the melody warm In case I ever needed to find my way back to the night I still belong to Bridge: They think the story is his The trench coat and the last plane out But you were the one who remembered How my voice shook when I asked you not to play it And how I asked you anyway Final chorus: Play it, Sam Soft enough that no one else hears Loud enough that 1941 comes back for one more minute Tell the room I was happy once Even if I can’t stay Even if the letters of transit are already in someone else’s pocket When the last note fades Don’t look at me Just close the lid And let the fans keep turning Like nothing ever happened Except the song.
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