Piano Man

It's nine o'clock on a Saturday

The regular crowd shuffles in

There’s an old man sitting next to me

Making love to his tonic and gin

He says, "Son, can you play me a memory?

I'm not really sure how it goes

But it's sad, and it's sweet, and I knew it complete

When I wore a younger man's clothes"

Sing us a song, you're the piano man

Sing us a song tonight

Well, we're all in the mood for a melody

And you've got us feeling alright [Chorus]

Now John at the bar is a friend of mine

He gets me my drinks for free

And he's quick with a joke, or to light up your smoke

But there's someplace that he'd rather be

He says, "Bill, I believe this is killing me"

As the smile ran away from his face

"Well, I'm sure that I could be a movie star

If I could get out of this place"

[Chorus]

Now Paul is a real estate novelist

Who never had time for a wife

And he's talking with Davy, who's still in the navy

And probably will be for life

And the waitress is practicing politics

As the businessmen slowly get stoned

Yes, they're sharing a drink they call loneliness

But it's better than drinking alone

And say, "Man, what are you doing here?"

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