 | This is a Sinatra-style song I wrote.
I've seen these lonely streets before
These tattered shoes both know it here
They are alone, lost and unsure
Their leather souls are doused by tears
This empty night, it knows me well
He is an old and faithful friend
Dark and alone, he waits to tell
Me that my life's not at an end
This broken heart will never cry
He has always known the rules
Of being left behind, left to die
With me, he always plays the fool
An empty barstool's left for me
My familiar grieving place
Bartender knows what it'll be
Old Harry knows more than my face
If there's another she's the one
The one to stay until the end
But maybe she'll leave me alone
And I'll come see my friends again.
Modified by Zach B |  |