That Same Old Sad Song
from "Bar Notes"
I sat by myself in the back of a bar room,
Hearing the jukebox and sipping a beer.
Someone kept playing that same old song over.
It was the last song I needed to hear.
As if out of nowhere a woman's hand touched me.
She asked if the chair that was closest to me
Was saved for another, or if she could sit there.
I said, "The last I heard, the country's still free."
She sat down beside me and drank from her whiskey.
She told me, "I've only got one thing to say.
If you are as lonely as I am this evening,
There's no need for both of us leaving that way."
I smiled at her courage and wanted to take her.
I knew how a desperate passion runs deep.
But I told her gently, "I thank you, but no thanks;
Tomorrow a memory is all we could keep."
She smiled at me sweetly, and as she was leaving
Said, "Maybe I'll see you. And maybe you're wrong."
And while I stared into the beer I was nursing,
The jukebox kept playing that same old sad song.
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