Throwing Out Time

The only joint left in this one horse town Where you can still light up a smoke Is downstairs In tickle the ivory All you got to do is check your coat and hat at the door Take a drink in hand, settle and listen to the band Oh my sweet sweet Ella You voice conveys a pain that I am used to Like Smokey bar room blues A sanctuary for the lonely recluse Please don't stop Play it again, again and again Till throwing out time As unlike you I have no loved ones to go home to Just me myself a smoke and glass of mirror Listening to the needle trip Stuck looping at the end of a record