Thinking... Ain't it a bitch.
Just missed another one, can't remember which.
The thick smoke, drink fumes, remind me where we are.
Best place for reflecting, yet too much vermouth...
Here at the Piano Bar.
The minstrel keeps playing, don't see how he keeps time.
In this dive, no one can even try to put this song to rhyme.
Glad this ain't no karaoke place, just the piano, spillin' soul.
And drunks don't sing too well, so I'm told.
I light up another one, Piano goes into a chorus.
The sonata of have-nots, at least the Piano man's rooting for us.
Exhale... Man, am I feeling down.
Hey, the girl beside me, probably misses her crown...
Purple hair, but hell mine's green, still she looks like a queen.
She's probably a regular, in that yellow, know what I mean.
Past regrets, Future Blues, and all emotions near and far.
All meet with the smoke, drink and soul...
Here at the Piano Bar...
-ShiniGami