(hummmm) (doo doo) (ahhhh)
Last call under a quiet sign Copper tiles and a low blue
glow I count the ships like drifting time While the room lets
the hour go (hummmm) Hold me in this lonesome sway Where the
ceiling turns like slow moons Let the bass speak,
soft and plain And the night hums in small tunes
Stay a little, drift my way (la la) The bartender smiles without
a name Polished glass and tired hands A photo booth that never
came From a world that understands One chord turns and feels half-wrong
Then settles like a distant train (hummmm) Something in the air leans
cold Like a postcard left unread I hear a line the valves
once told Then it fades inside my head (ahhhh) (doo doo) Hold
me in this lonesome sway Where the ceiling turns like slow moons
Let the bass speak,
soft and plain
And the night hums in small tunes Stay a little,
drift my way
(la la) (hummmm)
(la la) (ahhhh)