[Sloppy finger-snap count-in, a beat too late] One... two... three... yeah, one more time... [Electric piano intro — a little too splashy, slightly behind the beat] [Verse 1] She walked in... like she owned the— no wait, she walked in like she owned the whole damn room [takes a sip] I was nursing a scotch... and a broken heart Both of 'em... lukewarm... and honestly? Way past their prime She sat down three stools over... well, actually it was four But who's counting, baby... not me Heh... definitely not me [Pre-Chorus] And the band's playing something real pretty right now Don't you think? That's Larry on the keys He's been doing this since... well, longer than me [awkward chuckle] Where was I... right... [Chorus] I could love you... like nobody's watchin' I could hold you... like tomorrow won't come knockin' We could be... be somethin'... somethin' stupid and true Baby... come on now... what else we gonna do If not this... if not now... if not... you [Verse 2] [Laughs midline] Her eyes were green... or maybe they were brown It was dark in there... and I'd had a few... Okay, more than a few... hey, Don, hit that sax, man [saxophone flourish, a little too loud] She said her name was... somethin' with a J Janice? Jeannie? Jo-Jo? You know what, baby... I'm callin' you starlight And you're gonna let me... 'cause the jukebox is broke And I'm all you got tonight [Pre-Chorus] Here comes the key change... any second now [key change lands clumsily] There it is, folks... we made it Feel that? That's... musical tension Just like... me and you, starlight [Chorus] I could love you... like nobody's watchin' [whispered, then too loud] ...they're not, by the way... it's a Tuesday I could hold you... like tomorrow won't come knockin' Tomorrow's gonna come knockin'... it always does That's... life, baby... that's the gig We could be... be somethin'... somethin' stupid and true [a long pause, forgets the line] ...starlight... yeah... that's the word [Bridge] [spoken, dreamy] Y'know what Frank said... not Frank Sinatra... Frank who runs the bar He said... "Buddy, you sing like a man who's seen the bottom of a lot of glasses" I took that as a compliment I took a lot of things as compliments (sung, slurred) And maybe I'm not... the catch I was in '93 But neither is this tuxedo... and it still fits... mostly [Saxophone solo — painfully beautiful, totally at odds with the vocalist's energy] [Outro — spoken over soft brushes and Rhodes] Alright, folks... last call's gonna call you home But I'll be here... I'm always here Me and Larry... and this cigarette that I definitely didn't light indoors [snaps fingers weakly,] Give it up for the band... they earned it I just... showed up [nods off for a second, then snaps awake] Starlight... wherever you are... I hope you made it home safe (clinks empty glass) And if you didn't... my couch pulls out... into a full-size... regret Goodnight, Vegas... goodnight, everybody [off-mic, to the band] Same time tomorrow, boys? Heh... God help us
