Lonely table just for one
in a bright and crowded room
While the music has begun
I drink to memories in the gloom
Though the music's still the same,
it has a bittersweet refrain:
So play the song the way it used to be,
before she left and changed it all to sadness
And maybe if she's passing by the window,
she will hear a love song and a melody
And even if the words are not so tender,
she will always remember the way it used to be.
Friends stop by and say hello
And I laugh and hide the pain
It's quite easy 'til they go
Then the song begins again.