Driving Passed Casablance

Hypnosised haunting keys, Off tone from the piano. Smokey room of lost hope, Befriend sitting, Bottle full of past errors, Ready to give a toast to misery. "If Only" "If Only" "If Only" Play it again Sam- Broken hearten record, Phonograph soul. Playing the repeatedly immortality, Living the same fate over again. Turntable- Before one's time? CDs updated- Skipping Mp3 player? There is a place in Every Town, City, State, And Country. Don't pack bags Need not go The problem Basketcase of emotions. "Sam! Don't pucker up your lips, I won't hear the kiss, I'm up the road, leaving dust." Walking out the door, Driving far in the distance away from Casablance.