Late night, empty bar Strange town, passing through Neon fading on the glass Like it always knew Gimlet melting slow Nothing left to prove Just a man with silver hands And a quiet room Then the door moves soft She steps into the blue Young eyes, a different time Something almost new “I like piano,” she says low “But I don’t know jazz” “What should I be listening to?” She almost laughs I look up, he looks too We don’t have to choose It’s the same answer again Every time it ends When the night gets thin And the silence bends It’s the same answer again No need to pretend When you don’t know where to start Let the melody in “Keith Jarrett,” I say slow He nods, like before No surprise in either face We’ve said it all before Needle drops, no sound Then the piano breathes Something in that simple line Brings you to your knees She don’t speak, I don’t ask Some things don’t need names Just a song between the years And a borrowed flame Maybe she’ll forget tonight Maybe I will too But some tunes don’t disappear They just follow you It’s the same answer again Soft and never ends When the world gets far And you need a friend It’s the same answer again Let it fall, don’t mend When you don’t know what to say Let the night pretend Glass is almost gone Time is almost through She’s already half a dream Fading out of view It’s the same answer… Still the same answer… With you
