in a bar
where they play blues songs
i sit waiting for your call
writing nonsense on a napkin
wondering why it never ends
when all i want is to be friends
my friend ana wrote a letter
she said love had made me beautiful
i have smiled and ordered whiskey
i have telephoned my lover
i don't have to wait his call
we don't have to hide at all
it is sad and even funny
that it all amounts to this drinking whiskey
for no reason
because i heard it in a song
that's what you do when things go wrong
I'll have another of the good stuff
just to pass away the time
'cause walking home drunk and lonesome
was not my plan tonight