Фоновый джаз, Вечерний Джаз, Jazz Piano, Jazz Music Collection, Jazz Music Collection A Table For One (Вокальный Джаз)

The ice is melting in my evening glass
I watch the weary midnight shadows pass
A quiet corner in a crowded room
Where broken hearts embrace the gentle gloom.

I wear my finest suit to hide the tear
I order drinks for friends who aren't here
The pianist plays a tune I used to know
A melody from many years ago.

But oh, the music plays a cruel deceit
It makes me think I hear your walking feet
It paints your picture on the tavern wall
And sets me up to take another fall.

The ice is melted and the glass is dry
I do not have the energy to cry
I’ll tip the waiter and I’ll get my coat
With just a dusty memory in my throat.