“The piano don't sound like it used to”
I heard her shout across the empty bar,
“This drink don't taste like it used to.
I don't like it here like I used to.”
“Play me a song, piano man.”
She shouted with a smirk.
“It's late and no one's listenin’,
Won't even need any words.”
“Pretend you wrote it for me!
That girl at the bar that you never asked her name.
It don't have to be good.
I just want something that belongs to me.”
“I think I'm fading piano man.”
She said losing the spark in her eyes.
“They don't make em’ like they used to,
Not that they ever made em’ for me.”
“I hope you'll miss me piano man.
I hope you know I'm your biggest fan.
Don't need to remember my face,
Just that I was there at all.”
“You're just like this bar piano man.
All that's left of a memory.
They've all gone stale,
Best get on with forgetting.”
“But I know I'll miss you piano man,
The only thing as good as the booze.
Nothing stayed like it used to,
I guess except the tune.”