To The Drunk At The Piano
To the drunk at the piano
We are listening to you
For we saw you stagger to the keys at midnight
Your eyes are tunnels to the past
Your mind forever looking back
To sort between the good turns and the bad ones
And as you sing a ballad to the only one you loved
I wondered if you did all that you should
So sing on, oh sing on, sorry one, sorry one
For your sorry song now falls on sorry ears
Stagger home, stagger home, weary one, oh weary one
Dispose of your regrets and face your fears
Oh, the drunk at the piano
As you played an interlude with no rhythm and no tune
I think I finally saw; I understood
Life is not rehearsed like songs, and no one writes the perfect one
We cannot write the past—only the next things
So leave your cigarettes and bottles, and let’s start again
They can never love you like you love them
Nightbirde